The Building Code

I am reading the side of a yellow box,
empty now, but once filled with lemon coolers.
It says "You'd be surprised what Girl Scout
Cookie can build:"

I have an image in my mind:
a wall of lemon bricks
glued sweetly together
with the mortar of powdered sugar.

An entrenched garrison
of preteen paramilitaries
hunkered down in the safety
of their numbers 3165 879.

Surviving on rations of
cotton seed and/or palm kernel oil
and the water from Yellow 5 Lake,
immune from "Bunker-Busters"
conspiring to ambush Charlie
in a pre-dawn raid
of the supermarket parking lot.