Carts.

When the sun sets on the parking lot
And the stores close one by one
The shopping carts all cluster
To have a night of fun

Under the lights when it's quiet
And no human being is seen
The carts race about like a cheetah
Or some kind of crazy machine

They roll all over the car lines
Popping wheelies wherever they like
They zoom along on just two wheels
Like a dumb drunken nut on a bike

They dash all over the tarmac
And like demo derbies they smash
They rattle and jangle and mangle
And race toward each other to crash

In the morning, no store can find them
Each stops with the sun as it rolls
The Walmarts are over by Target
And the Dollar Trees, stuck out by Kohl's

The carts from the Lowe's are all missing
Pier 1's never showed up for work
Upside-down in the bushes by Staples
Are two baskets from Dooney & Bourke

I hope they had fun in the darkness
I would not be a mad malcontent
But you see, this is why every cart has
One wheel that is broken and bent