All Roads Lead To a Mall
No matter which road or street I drive down,
I always seem to end up at the mall,
And that is not all,
My wallet seems to take the same drive to the mall,
And I find cash in the car where I swear there was none.
Is there no way for this destination to forestall?
So my financial situation can recover from a fall,
And I can find a road that was there before the mall.
Maybe it is time to go back to driving a manual,
One like Dad had that used to take us on a country crawl,
To find people home instead of at the mall.
Another thing I have noticed is that even when driving in another city,
I don't even get the luxury
Of driving to a mall that does not look exactly,
Like the one I thought I had left for someone else to have the opportunity,
Of trying to bypass for the country.
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