I spent some time in a cosmic store
Pickin and choosin this and that
It was different from here that was sure
But it all comes from where I put on my hat
Space dust and clouds
Diamond lights and a whole lotta distance
There’s nary a crowd
But that only comes with my firm insistence
I do my shopping alone
So much to buy so little time
And the prices, good heavens, so high
But shoplifting here isn’t a crime
So I stepped up to give it a try
Into my pocket goes a magic wand
Runes and spells in a vast array
Wizard attire which I had donned
And for none of which I chose to pay
And it was not a loan
Out I go through the cosmic door
My loot packin body in hasty retreat
A thief smirking smile, sly yet demure
As I slink past the counter on fast moving feet
With hands on my goods I scurry off
Plans forming madly my wizardly fare
But that’s when my hated alarm clock goes off
So I guess I’ll just have to leave it all there
Cosmic justice sucks!