I always knew this job would be the death of me.
One fine day, some heavy load these slavedrivers so mercilessly put on me is going to be like the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
I guess it’s a good thing that Abraham Hollander Monuments is right next door. That made it convenient for me to arrange for my final epitaph to be carved on my grave marker. My best friend, Shelley Wheely — named after Percy B. Shelley — was appointed by Marty Markowitz as the Poet Laureate for all shopping carts in Brooklyn. Being the neurotic poet he is, one wintry day when we all would have rathered to stay inside, he rolled over from his home at the Super Stop and Shop across the street, handed it to me saying, “Dear Brother, I felt a premonition that you were on your last revolution.” Was that eery — because, other than being a little chill to the bone, I was feeling not too bad.
A Monument To Hard Work
In bright orange and shiny steel
On all fours you did wheel
Every night and every day
Serving Sheepshead Bay
Adding to the spirit of the community
Now, a spirit in the sky of unity
Roll In Peace
Lovely Shopping Cart
When I finally collapse under this backbreaking work, obviously, I’ll need your help in letting the staff know. They speak English, Russian, Hebrew, Hungarian and Yiddish.
Abraham Hollander Monuments
2558 East 17 St
Brooklyn, NY 11235
Located between Avenue Y & Avenue Z