A long, stiff radish sits in the bin
White in color
Mild flavor
No one knows what it is
Passersby wonder
A woman wants it in her mouth
A psycho wonders if it can be sharpened into a weapon
To help him escape the prison that is his life
He strolls into the restroom of the grocery store
The counter is splattered with water
There’s a foul human smell
The mirror is dirty
His reflection is broken by the smudges and stains
He holds the daikon up as if it were a knife
He grins like the Joker
Someone comes in
And immediately steps out
The psycho shoves the daikon down his pants
He washes his hands, checks his two-day old teeth
He pulls a toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste from a pocket in his pants
He brushes his teeth, spits, rinses by cupping water in his hands and bringing it to his mouth
He returns the toothbrush and toothpaste back to their proper place
The daikon in his pants makes a sexual bulge
He smiles at that, walks out
The store is abuzz with chaos
People crowded, talking, noise
He aches to push bodies out of the way
It’s like swimming in flesh
Promises are fulfilled
Promises are broken
The meat department is full of butchered carcasses
Chunks of animal meat neatly packaged in plastic polluters
The people there are selecting pieces of what once had life
The psycho stands and watches
He thinks it’s all so weird
He wants to scream:
“Think about what you are doing!”
No one listens
They just go on doing the same thing over and over and over again
His daikon penis shifts in angst
It’s time to go, to get out, to leave this place
He buys a frozen cheese pizza
Walks to his car
He removes the daikon from his pants
Takes a bite and doesn’t like it
Tries to pass it off to a woman strolling by
“Ew,” she says. Then she runs away and calls the police
The psycho gets arrested
He sits in a jail cell now waiting for judgment
And all he can do is think and think and think
Wondering why he is always the villain
When lesser men blow up the world
cereal after sex 
Your thoughts?