Wal-Mart

The Spartans were great warriors,
but time defeated the Spartans.
One day time will murder Wal-Mart too.

One day its shelves will be empty,
its buildings in ruin and decay.
Only the dogs will shop there,
feeding on the carcass that is Wal-Mart.

Wal-Mart,
we are not kindred spirits, you and I.
Your face is not my face.
Your voice is not my voice.
Your life is not my life.
Your Nazi cheer's a goddamned fucking crime.

One day we will go our separate ways,
you and I,
and one day you too shall die
the slow, excruciating death
of tyrant-kings.

      - 6/1/2011