The Only Way To Go
By Lou Blodgett
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What a lift I get from shopping.
Time to catch the retail flow.
Dropping in with things in mind.
The selection is divine.
It’s the only way to go.
It’s all bright and fresh-smelling.
What a sunny retail clime.
Choose some things, adjust your mood,
then cart away the goods.
What a place to spend some time!
It’s the only way to go!
The highest form of recreation.
It’s bound to sweep the nation.
A moment of vacation
for the soul.
Time to join the greatest race.
Be it Target or Homebase.
They’re both a lovely place
to come in from the cold.
There’s an exclusive club
where they keep track of every buy.
Cash in all your points, and then
receive a lovely fountain pen
and become self-realized.
The store itself is quite well ordered.
With little nooks to rest a bit.
And, wide aisles, which are great.
Carts are hard to navigate,
and no one can steer for shit.
It’s the only way to go!
Harvesting possessions.
In your weekly sessions.
A million tiny lessons
toward what you will become.
A Valhalla for the dealing,
if money you are wielding.
And, if you’re not there for stealing
packs of gum.
There is a sole employee
there to greet you every day.
Everything’s so clean and nice.
It’s included in the price
of the Vaguely Meat Pâté.
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