Poetry

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The retailing of America's soul-dj eckert

"I should really get here earlier in the morning", you think as you park in the back row of the sea of cars.
But, of course with the hours that you keep, that possibility to you seems really, REALLY hard.

Almost every week you go to this great big monstrosity of a building to pick up those things that your quite convinced that you really, REALLY need.

The greeter is passing out a smiley face, or at least a nod and a friendly smile
A saner part of you might detest this place as you amble slowly up a crowded aisle.

"Oh well!", you think, "at least I can get in and out , and get my business done, and probably not even have to run into anyone I know.The savings right there are priceless when your life is go, go, go."

As you proceed about your business, you think, "God, I have way too many vices".
You then thank the Lord for the seemingly many low, low incredibly awesome prices.

You also wonder if this huge place gets way too much of your very hard earned money.
You're reminded of an extra gift you need to pay for, so your disposition even grows less sunny.

As you prepare to leave, you think, "Oh well, I'm grateful for the convenience.
The price I'm paying is very cheap, and after all, my time, it isn't at all lenient."

Your business done, you scramble quickly to the exit, your "necessities" in tow.

That pesky greeter greets you one last time:
"Have a good day, thanks for visiting our church! Hope to see you again next Sunday!"
And so goes the big big business selling "fire insurance" for the soul.

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