The Goodwill Shop
There was a shop that sold goodwill
But someone went and robbed the till
Refilling all the shelves with hate
Leaving customers to a terrible fate.
Their compulsion to shop went on and on
But what they bought proved to be wrong
Instead of what they wanted or sought
They ended up with a maleficent item bought.
So instead of a desire to live
A sense of hopelessness did they give
To their children and those they love
Such bitter fruits come not from above.
We need a discount sale on love and compassion
To stop our aching hearts a-crashin’
On the jagged rocks of despair
But does anyone really care?
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