I'm completely uninspired
And at a loss for words
The growing amounts of Wal*Marts
Are clogging up my brain.
My children won't see flowers
Except on Aisle 19
Thanks a lot you capitalist pigs
Just kill the rest of the rainforest while you're at it.
Why, Wal*Mart, Why?
Go ahead and hire the veterans
Who can't count correct change to save them
Of course you don't have paper bags!
I guess that's just too much to ask.
You've shut down all the fabric stores
I hope that you're so proud
Now I have to buy the pattern from you
When I make my 'Protest Wal*Mart' shirt.
Why, Wal*Mart, Why?
I know this poem is tasteless
But who are you to judge?
You're the ones who sell Mary Kate & Ashley clothes
And build stores the size of Canada!
I would attempt to blow you up
But in order to get a bomb
I'd have to buy it from you
And wait in line for twelve hours.
Why, Wal*Mart, Why?
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