Shop of Broken Dreams
I visted the shop of broken dreams
And everything I dreamed about was there
but each was broken, had parts missing,
Was in a state of disrepair.
This is a place where people say "come visit,
Everything you wanted is still here."
But what they didn't tell you when you visit
Is that they were not quite sincere.
They did not tell you there's commission
In shifting product from the shelves,
That window shopping is no option
Because there is a rent on where one delves,
That they will take the entrance charges
And pocket all the change themselves.
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