The Seagull

There are no words

to explain

how in vain

my love flies out in the wind

in pain

that it has never been caught

that it has never been recorded

or seen

just drifting in the wind

There are no more

gifts for me to give out

for free

no bonuses

no unlimited coupons

I have given everything

the store is closing

flash mob looters ransacked my convenience store

it's never been a success anyway

all the people coming and going

were customers demanding

a better gift from me

oh there are no words

to explain

how my love has gone away 

in vain

now drifting to the sea

like a dirty plastic bag once used at a local market

discarded as soon as the fruits have been sold

and the meat has been cut

and cooked for supper

i remain a dirty old bag eaten by a seagull

regurgitating the world's orders

while dying of thirst