Shopping at Wal-Mart

A Poem by Effewe

Walk into any Wal-Mart across the great USofA and find this...

Enter the doors, take in the smell
feeling the burn, welcome to hell
A 'how do you do?' from an old man
as you grab your cart and start to scan.

Golden arches full of fatties
Slamming back fries and patties
Watch as they grow their double-necks
So they can fit that triple x

Look at a redneck wearing flannel
Checking out the nascar channel
Has a boy, a bigger one
Wears a shirt, "git-r-done"

A Mexican walks with her 8 kids
One looks like he died of SIDS
Their dad's not there, why would he be?
They all hang at Home Depot, Si?

I need to run, I must escape
I swear someone just yelled "RAPE!"
Heading for the door, I see Pete
He yells at me "where's your receipt?!"

I keep running, no time to stop
Now I'm tackled by a rent-a-cop
Another knee from my boy Paul Blart
Man, do I f****n' hate Wal-Mart.