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Getting back to plaintiff's grip
I wasn't guilty is my quip
the newest Model on the floor
a flagrant entry of encore!

And littleness became the store
that when a tiny bolt could score
available, but now the door
is only open, them, not for!

I guess employers have a knack
of keeping help, most out of whack
their lives conditioned to a lack
not service, but a job, an act!

The big conglomerate hard core
sells cheaper, though you travel more
I liked to buy those little gloves
the cheapies, throw away, paint's chore!

My neighbor said he'd run out some
of batteries, lights, or the hum drum,
now you'll walk through complex succumb
that highlight bargains, take your mon!

Those little gadgets, I'd get by
now all the parts, I don't need, why
a hundred extra miles to try
my hand at winning, plus sky high!

Not drawn in, let the Buick go
was always driving with the flow
that multi media ad said so
I'd save a bundle, they would know!

Gave up the Auto, to and fro
Insurance lowered, know its low
the Bucks last longer and my gain
not always worried with complain!

To have it all, one must get tough
and to oneself say, that's enough,
no paper venture, let it go
It's just a crock the to n' fro!

Remembering the times of old
we'd make our own, conditions slow
with time to think, we'd improvise
most ideas came before our eyes.





But all that stuff to make it work
would have to break more, for its need
the way kids ruin stuff, just a quirk
maybe some rebels inner deed!

They're not all Revolutions thrust
lets get it straight, they have too much,
start cutting corners, gain your pace,
to discipline, conquer your space!

Oh well, the hardware store's ate up
town down the road, can fill it in
we've had it, Owners took the guff
or did they handle us too rough!

This little town is caving in
I'll wait it out, hardware's chagrin!
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