Crocker Park is a retailer’s fantasyland
Of what they think America really is
A great gathering place of chi-chi
Shoppes a few only chi- shops catering
To ladies whose thigh gaps have since
Filled with cellulite but who must have
The latest in gear these people dress up
To go shopping so they can dress up
For more shopping the next day heaven
Forfend anyone should dare cross the
Main street looking like they got off
A Greyhound the windows would shatter
Dealers pay to park their priciest models
In front of the Apple store all day knowing
They’re inciting gotta have it car lust
Among some I-T gurus who have the bucks
Doctors’ wives who really would like
A new beemer 7-series four-door so tired
Just bored silly driving everybody else’s
Damned SUVs you might as well hang
A sign on the door I sell drugs as drive a
Range Rover don’t get me wrong I like
The boulevard style of some of the layout
The pedestrian space is superbly close
To the parking areas comes in handy
When I had to haul a heavy iMac to the
Apple hospital what do they do with
Middle aged staff at the genius bar
Can’t send them out to pasture twenty
Years short of retirement must go into
Consulting maintenance of equipment
Too old for Apple to service either
They’re all young or they’re Dorians
Gray with portraits aging in their attics
I don’t think you’ll see older salespeople
In the shoppes either once they’ve
Lost that youth appeal their tickets
Are punched for outlying Sax’s Nordstroms
Folly of follies Macy’s who's closing
A lot of its underperforming outlets
So where do they go they’re too
Old for Crocker Park Trader Joe’s
Doesn’t have that much turnover
Crocker will out age you
Out class you out style you out before
You can find another buck you can
Spend hope your lawyer guy squeeze
Gets a nice juicy personal injury
Case in time for next season all
The acquisition that will entail now
That your Julia finally wants to keep
Up with her friends that’s one of the best
Parts of getting everything there
You’ll never bump into or be bumped
By a homeless beggar on their streets
It’s all private property I don’t think
They can get anywhere near us
Bad enough to see them as characters
On gritty cable shows Julia I’m so
Glad you don’t like pre-torn dress jeans
I’d never know when to
Throw them away
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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