Who doesn’t have a love-hate with Wal-Mart?
An Ode to Wal-Mart
Love me tender,
Love me big-spender,
Love me some Wal-Mart in all its splendor.
Someone is blocking the aisle, “excuse me misssss … ter?”
Don’t get me started on that confusing disaster.
So overweight that using the automatic wheelchair causes you to work up a sweat …
It’s almost too pathetic to make fun of … almost, but not yet.
You’re paying for condoms with some food stamps -
Ladies left town and all we have now are tramps.
A personal cell phone call with your apparently deaf friend about cramps, sure, that’s appropriate -
The disgusted ‘this is personal!’ look you give to anyone who unwillingly overhears is what they get!
Your leopard print, skin tight pajama pants are impressive -
The image it’s seared into my brain is oppressive.
Your child is crying, wrecking your A-game with that hunk of burning (STDs) love -
Would you mind handling everything you ever, EVER touch with a latex glove?
‘Born in the USA!’ t-shirt worn with mustard-stained, one-size-too-small, pride -
I’m guessing the truck with a Confederate flag and missing headlight is your ride?
What’s this? A cute sight? A daddy playing with his daughter!
Ew. He just checked out that teenage chick. Just more Wal-Mart fodder.
Your child is wearing a shirt that says, “bitch give me a hot dog” -
Methinks during pregnancy you couldn’t resist the eggnog?
Emaciated, and overweight -
How did you reach a feat so great?
Yes, I love me some Wal-Mart,
It’s near and dear to my heart,
And when we finally decide to do some fix-ups on America it’s a great big beacon of where to start.
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