Clearance Rack
She entered the store
With list in hand
Hating every moment
Knowing no one would understand
Who hates shopping
It is supposed to be fun
But to the clearance girl
Just something else to be done
She carefully went to XL
Knowing nothing would fit
The color would be odd
But she would take what she can get
Maybe she would try again
A credit card would provide choices
But then, she played it out
And succumbed to the voices
.........YOU WILL NEVER GET WHAT YOU DESIRE
Settling had always worked
Why would she try a different way
Dressing nice, at this point
Would leave her broke at the end of the day
Sloppy bum, ain't bad, really
Especially for folk, just gettin' by
Life is being lived just fine
Without having to confront THAT particular lie
She walked out of the store
With nothing to account for the trip
So she stopped at the beauty store
To buy bleach for her hairy lip
Who cares that there are stores
Of every kind in this nation
Shopping is torture
When you have no grid for pleasant sensations
.....WORK, WORK, WORK
..............and yet nothing is for YOU!!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-21-2019
Note: My son taught me how to shop yesterday, and we had a wonderful adventure!
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2019
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