Wal*mart (Rip Free Trade) Poem by Barlot ...

I'm completely uninspired
And at a loss for words
The growing amounts of Wal*Marts
Are clogging up my brain.

My children won't see flowers
Except on Aisle 19
Thanks a lot you capitalist pigs
Just kill the rest of the rainforest while you're at it.

Why, Wal*Mart, Why?

Go ahead and hire the veterans
Who can't count correct change to save them
Of course you don't have paper bags!
I guess that's just too much to ask.

You've shut down all the fabric stores
I hope that you're so proud
Now I have to buy the pattern from you
When I make my 'Protest Wal*Mart' shirt.

Why, Wal*Mart, Why?

I know this poem is tasteless
But who are you to judge?
You're the ones who sell Mary Kate & Ashley clothes
And build stores the size of Canada!

I would attempt to blow you up
But in order to get a bomb
I'd have to buy it from you
And wait in line for twelve hours.

Why, Wal*Mart, Why?