The Commissary

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At the commissary
plucking down three loaves of bread
and a promissory note, I read. . .
Who do you think you are?
driving my car in a jar
running your ship down my arm
Who do you think you are?
waving your flag in my grocery bag
playing tag with my cart
Breaking my heart
Who do you think you are?

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