CLEARANCE RACK

She entered the store 
With list in hand
Hating every moment
Knowing no one would understand

Who hates shopping
It is supposed to be fun
But to the clearance girl
Just something else to be done

She carefully went to XL
Knowing nothing would fit
The color would be odd
But she would take what she can get

Maybe she would try again
A credit card would provide choices
But then, she played it out
And succumbed to the voices

.........YOU WILL NEVER GET WHAT YOU DESIRE

Settling had always worked
Why would she try a different way
Dressing nice, at this point
Would leave her broke at the end of the day

Sloppy bum, ain't bad, really
Especially for folk, just gettin' by
Life is being lived just fine
Without having to confront THAT particular lie

She walked out of the store
With nothing to account for the trip
So she stopped at the beauty store
To buy bleach for her hairy lip

Who cares that there are stores
Of every kind in this nation
Shopping is torture
When you have no grid for pleasant sensations

.....WORK, WORK, WORK
..............and yet nothing is for YOU!!!!

Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-21-2019

Note: My son taught me how to shop yesterday, and we had a wonderful adventure!