Mall Rat...a poem

Mall Rat
Apple-bottomed pasty
pale muffin-tops
parade like peacocks
on a mission.
Their movements missing
eloquence.
They march on
hoping for a
melodramatic moment
to immortalize the scene
but only
shatter the silence with a
pop pop pop
of bubblegum and
impatiently
swipe the hair
off their face
looking vacuously
into the distance
seeing nothing but
another empty stare.
By Lucya Kotelewec @2009
©2009, Lucya Kotelewec Lebid, all rights reserved