adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, August 12, 2008


(to the tune of On Top of Old Smoky)

While goin' a-shoppin'
Down at the Wal-mart,
I lost all my money
By fillin' my cart.

I went through the checkout
And there went my cash,
For oatmeal and veggies
And bags for my trash.

Oh, shoppin's a pleasure
But payin's a grief,
And a Wal-mart cashier
Is worse than a thief.

A thief, he will rob you
Of all that you own,
But payin' at Wal-mart
Requires a loan.

Well, I'm deeper in debt now,
Life sure can be hard,
But I'll just keep a-shoppin'
With my credit card.

Stephen Brooke ©2008

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