Dumpster Diving at Winn-Dixie

   

     Have they found it in a dumpster?  Illicit freedom?  We can finally have it, for the price of conscience.  And what would help relieve the curse of conscience? Well, a huge can of Schlitz and a fifth of vodka for starters. Then , forgetting the "Jones-es".....
          In empathy, do I feel their sorrow....as they rummage through the dumpster to satisfy their hunger for the day?  Or do I feel their elation, as their hunger for a social acceptance has gone away?
 

       Winn-Dixie.  My favorite place to hate...right behind Walmart. Still...I shop there sometimes.   Wore their curs-ed chains when I worked there long ago.  Never thought I would see freedom in their dumpster.