Ughhhh.

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There is a Walmart round the corner

TGI Friday feeding everyone

Can’t get away from this Urban Sun

It’s not easy for the small guys

when the big names move in

This part of town

The big guy always win

Saw two new stores were moving in

Had a little bit of hope within

What is that I asked on day

Gunna be an AutoZone

A clone of the service store we already have

With my hope wounded and deprived

I asked with hope one more time

What is that going to be

A mattress store for you and me

A matress store?

Oh No
Please say it can’t be

How many mattresses do we all need?

Surely this part of town does not need more beds

I know we lay around a lot

But we are not dead

Or maybe that is why the mattress store moved in

So that we would lay down more often

On beds fresh and softened

I get sad when I think of it

Surely does not make me smile

When the world deals you lemons

I get it my car and drive

Mile after mile

To escape this Urban desert

Infested with corporate chains and detached things

Surely this is no way to live

But who am I to disagree

I just put my pen to paper and hope people agree

That this corporate shit ain’t the way to live

There must be an oasis amid all of this

But when they hang the AutoZone sign

Where I come from it’s just a sign of the times

The small guys ran out of pennies and dimes

So here we are under the Urban Desert Sun

I hold my breathe as I look up

Close my eyes

And run