Five days now I have written my soul
empty
but there's always Wal-Mart
to fill it back up again
Wal-Mart with all its bullshit
Wal-Mart
with its stupid fucking cheer
Wal-Mart
with its vapid rollbacks
and fucking early Christmas lights
with its side counters full of crap
and half eaten stolen deli dinners
with the skus torn off
General Tso's goddamn chicken again
Wal-Mart
where the Peter Principle
is more perfectly embodied
Wal-Mart
where thieves find their tools of trade
box cutter blades by the screwdrivers
with which to ply their trade
all free for the taking
Wal-Mart
where they sell rotten meat
because labor is a controllable cost
where they lock the bathrooms at night
where cashiers shit their pants
and stockers need to pee
where everyone's in too big a hurry
to give a shit anymore
Wal-Mart
where it's cheaper to pay a fine
than it is to do the right thing
where you get fired
for doing what you're told
where they treat you like shit
even dogs get treated better
where they build you up
just to knock you down again
where respect for the individual
is just another meaningless mantra
just one more lie
in a sea of lies
that add insult to injury
Wal-Mart
where everything is incrementally
excremental
Wal-Mart
where it gets shittier every day
where they fill your head with bullshit
and where the screaming in your head
never ends
Wal-Mart
the eight hundred pound gorilla in the
room
the great big swinging dick in the room
its ridiculously huge cock swinging
there
back and forth
like a pendulum
like the goddamn fucking cross
of Golgotha
come there to save us all
come there to save us all some money
and help us all live better again
Yeah, Wal-Mart will fill me up again
because there's enough human drama
enough human suffering
and enough human condition there
to fill volumes
to stock the shelves of every library
in the world
enough even to fill the shelves
of every goddamn fucking Wal-Mart
in the world
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