Corner Store
(Inspired by Xtra Fuels Gas Station and Mart )
Within this world of evil and of good,
Where friends and foes conspire and collide,
And often times, might be misunderstood,
There is one man on which I may rely,
The oracle who serves my corner store,
Who's telepathic prowess mystifies,
He asks not what I'd like, but knows before.
Clairvoyantly, his fingers ring the price!
I may not recollect my own desires,
For disappointments fade them from my view,
Yet, from without a thousand random buyers,
My custom wants and passions are produced!
I wonder, could this mentalist predict,
What he transmits to those, lost and alone?
His premonition is a precious gift-
The simple happiness of being known.
