Years ago, when my kids were still small, we spent an afternoon at the Mall. As we left that day, everyone (except for my wife) was grumpy, but especially me. The overstimulation of what was available to have and all that we had to say no to created something in me that wasn’t very pretty. I went home and wrote this little poem. I still find it to be true.

I hate you, wretched shopping mall,
I loathe your trinkets great and small.
I needed something, so I went
Yet all I found was discontent.
Jeff Kuhn1 Comment