Welcome to the Slough O' Despond Shopper!
Oh, the warmhearted clerk you liked won't be back--
we chained her to a stove and dumped the stove down the
roiling
oilspill
of our ravenous bellies.
Don't be bitter, we still offer a wide selection
of watery logic and dubious ingredients.
Our highly satisfactory laundry products get everything
whiter than white like a terrified horse's eyes
when we ride him into our slaughterdreams
which are
members-only
and fully automatic.
Check out today's special! BOGO on genders
of which there are two but only one matters.
Recite with us our shopper's guarantee! We
pledge allegiance to our public, but only
those who happened to be born in our parking lot.
Come on,
crawl in,
leap in, but don't look
at the price tags cleverly hidden in plain sight and doubled every day.
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"Slough O' Despond Shopper" taken from a line in Grover Lewis's poem You Know Where.
I am in a state of utter despair today about my country and the apparently innumerable people in it who just voted in a doddering Christo-fascist dictator.
Music: Celine Dion Think Twice. It's a break-up song. It reminds me of my country.