Retail Wars Part Ii - The Battle At The Frontline Queue Poem by Kevin Patrick

Keep calm; stealthily poised, on the sheaf of your chin
As the frontline batters, a constant shopping wave dirge
Camouflage the grimed nerves in the reserves of a purse
Wearing courteous postures, with bullet proof grins
Shielding heat seeking missiles launching censorious airs
From cold shoulder jezebels and chauvinistic climbers
That slithers in a bayonet like a Shylock trading hustler
Relentlessly perusing the forward volley for cheap deals
In Porcelain Buddha’s and ceramic blue Krishna’s
New York chick denim with skittle colored blouses
And they’ll press on the field demanding more bargains
Leaching on your weakness like ravenous Piranhas’
But your only defense is the standard issue policy
Saying “Thank you comes again” eroding your autonomy


After all when everything is said and done
There are no banners for part time grunts
No hope survives when you hear 'give me a discount' And the fields are bloodied with torrid insults
“I’m sorry Sir but I’m not a slave
Even though I work for in minimum wage”
But I’ll gladly procure you our company coupon
After I have been personally spat on”
SPIT! ! !
This is the battle field of the retail dog
The soldier who licks their wound with salt
Feet shuffle blindly to the march of Mazak
You’re left defenseless to linguistic ballistics
And when you feel that rage turn to an ulcer
Be happy you worked developing cancer


Like a Good Retail Dog