From Bob The Poet

I was sitting home alone one night
Feeling a little bored.
I stumbled upon a web site
With pictures from a store.
I wasted half the night away,
Clicking through the pics.
Some were laugh loud funny
And some were down right sick.

People of WalMart, all across the land.
People of WalMart, I’ve become a fan.
You never know who you’ll see
As you walk down that next aisle.
People of WalMart
Always make me smile.

There was that chubby lady
With her boobs tucked in her pants.
Could that have been the latest
Fashion trend from France?
That sexy little thing
Just looked a little weird.
I knew why on the next pic
When I saw the beard.

People of WalMart, all across the land.
People of WalMart, I’ve become a fan.
You never know who you’ll see
As you walk down that next aisle.
People of WalMart
Always make me smile.

Now I don’t put these people down
To each his or her own.
But I often wonder
If they have mirrors at home.
Are these individuals
Crazy, blind or brave.
I don’t know, but I will bet
Sam Walton’s spinning in his grave.

People of WalMart, all across the land.
People of WalMart, I’ve become a fan.
You never know who you’ll see
As you walk down that next aisle.
People of WalMart
Always make me smile.