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the death of brick and mortar.
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the death of brick and mortar.
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You've probably always wondered
why the aliens
(not the ones at the border)
look the way they do
with their huge eyes
and heads and
emaciated bodies
but it's easy to figure out
Brick and mortar died
and it became so effortless
for us to have everything we wanted
ordered online and delivered
right to our door
from food
to the clothes we wear
to the cars we drive
We never had to leave the house
(except when the toilet was backed up)
we never got any exercise
we sat for hours upon end
day and night
staring into our phones
and it made our eyes
and our heads grow huge
and our bodies devolve into
these little stick figures
And you've always wondered why
the "aliens" look so strange
but they are from the future
And yes
they are us
There's a mall just down the road
that's dying
it's a slow demise
as one by one the shops
are closing up shop
(so where ya gonna shop?)
and a walk down those corridors now
encounters just a few curious soles
making contact with the tiles
and yours truly of course
(cuz I feel so at home in lonely places)
You can say what you want about the malls
but for a long time they served as our surrogate
downtown in the days of urban decay when
nobody wanted the real experience
too scary
and so we strolled along in air-conditioned
comfort and poked our heads into the shops
and always seemed to run into someone
we knew (whether we wanted to or not)
and the seniors in their Nikes and jogging outfits
puffing along twice as fast as anyone else
and the smells...oh the smells...
of sinful chocolate delights and sticky buns
and the way they went all out with the
decorations at Christmas time and the
jolly fat man holding court
(where the hell you gonna find Santa now?)
It's a lot we're losing and we don't even care
So I just think a eulogy is in order
for the death of brick and mortar
as we gaze glassy-eyed into that screen
and click add to cart
and wait for the guy in the brown truck
to ring the bell
or more likely than not
just dump your package by the gate
cuz he's got lots of rounds to make
and you don't need to greet him
anyways
cuz after all
it's not like
he's anybody
you'd be happy
to run into
at the mall