P (May)

Crawling guttersnipes behind sneaky wheels scan supermarket gridlock for P. Adenoid astronauts in souped trashcans lever to dock at P. Dreamy daytrippers, minus GPS lost, drift to spaces called P. Avaricious consumers, alone above anyone, grab in avid haste P. Orderly operators with mechanical grace arrive on the dot: P. Karma chameleons and fierce-burning tailgaters vie May mornings for P. Squealy wheelies with twenty-seven stickers burn U-ies all around P. Gap snatchers with chutzpah queue-jump the service lane for P. Fat buses, my way or the highway, big bum P. Humourless hatchbacks, their eyes averted, steal the last spot, P.