Blue Plate Special
Wow!! Mark-down in aisle 8.
Gotta run, I can't wait!!
Fight my way through
the surging crowd,
Elbowing others is allowed...
Gotta save that 50 cents!
Sure do make a lot'a sense..
Broken rib, small price to pay,
Just think how I saved today!!!
There's a pile-up of people,
A football player'd be proud,
Lots'a screaming,
They're awfully loud...
I see a manager smile with glee,
Hopin' the same would happen to me...
Retail's low pay and hours long,
But it's moments like this,
That make his heart full of song...
He can incite a riot, and
crimes so foul,
Make people do things,
they'll even howl...
So, save your bucks,
Wait till there's no sale
And buy what you wish
Cause so nasty is the
world of retail
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