Bermuda Business
Walmart, you are the Bermuda triangle of business.
There's no way Mother Nature would birth something so vicious.
You treat everyone that comes in your path like a snail
You cover them in salt, sit in your theater chair, and laugh laugh laugh
No one stays on top forever
I see the sun setting on you days of terror
If Jack from the Beanstock was real,
Instead of throwing a wedding
I'd pay him to squash you with his foot!
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