If I Made a Commercial for Trader Joe's

It's milk, it's bread It's the stuff on your list It's the strange little snacks you end up buying instead. It's booze, it's nuts it's pills, it's peas it's the peanut butter made of sunflower seeds It's a box of soup It's a bell from a boat It's yogurt made from the milk of a goat A bottle of juice with a crazy name Ten kinds of soy milk that all taste the same A two dollar wine that tastes like four all your favorite stuff they don't have anymore It's the cashews flavored with chili and lime It's the bunch of bananas you buy one at a time It's the stuff that's organic and the stuff that's not It's the cars that won't fit in the parking lot It's the bottled water they keep by the door It's the ginger soy dressing they don't have anymore A snort, a sniff a gourd, a snack It's the apple juice that's addictive as crack It's cilantro pizza it's organic lox four fuji apples in a plastic box It's all the new products that come and go the exact same sample five days in a row It's mint flavored dog food it's an ear from a pig it's your morning coffee in a cup this big a handle that rips on a paper sack That checker you like who'll never be back It's the plastic grapes hanging over the wine It's the guy with twelve items in the ten-item line the electronic field that stops your cart the blackboards covered with employee art It's a ball of ice cream that's covered with flour It's the shelves that are empty by the dinner hour It's the beautiful moms in their yoga clothes It's our favorite place, it's that store Trader Joe's. It's the cage-free eggs that aren't free range It's the canned corn label that they never change It's the cereal shaped like a little man It's those great tomatoes, for just a dollar a can It's five different flavors of lemonade It's dried bull penises done up in a braid It's the organic sugar that just won't pour It's the aged gouda cheese they don't have anymore It's cylindrical salmon It's pills that fizz It's aloe chunk juice, whatever that is It's the information that nobody reads It's a small watermelon without any seeds It's the oldies music they always play It's the guy who says, "Put that camera away!" It's the workers who smoke in the back of the store It's that guy Trader Joe, who's not there anymore It's the manager who asks you to go It's our favorite place, it's that store Trader Joe's