I’ve just returned from that great American stomping ground… the mall.  I have a headache. Here are my thoughts, in haiku form.
Labrynth of parquet…
You vex me; where’s the exit?
I’m tired of this shit.
Peppy GAP store clerk,
Pirate shirts are not for me.
Apparel gone mad!
Store draped all in pink,
Your extreme bra sounds violent.
“MOST PADDING EVARRRRR!!!”