For the Walmart in the Sky with your name and number, for the vote you may one day cast as a Walmart Citizen,
For all the lines you wait in, in stores, restaurants, Government buildings, parks, concession stands, Demolition derbys....they even make you wait in line to get on the freeway and when you're finally on it, you'll wait in line some more...
For the bad food, the holes in your jeans, your stubbed toe, the sour smell, the flop sweat, the cake with too much frosting, and the taco with too much grease....and everywhere, too much fluff, too much fluff...
For the clerks you know, the ones you hate, the one's you'll shoot on sight, the one's you'll shoot on sight after the Bomb, the one's who tried...and the rare one you had to shake his hand that one time.
for all the Ladies who plant flowers every Spring, and all the guys who plant them too.
For all the passwords you're supposed to remember, write down, care about...
for all the warm sunlight, and all the cool breezes under that hot desert Sun...
for all the money you spent for so little, and the little you spent for so much...
For the song you hear at sunset, though it's not yet written down...
For Kismet, for all he does, is and is not.. Wasn't it Kismet who said it was all gravy? It's just gravy, Boys, gravy.
We're fed, we're warm, we've tools and friends, we've loved ones, pets, a place to crash, but I must insist, you know that cracked thumbnail?
It aint never going to mend.
Which one of you liars said you can't sing the blues on the Net?
Merry Christmas to all forumites in the House that Bill and Rusty Built.
munki
For all the lines you wait in, in stores, restaurants, Government buildings, parks, concession stands, Demolition derbys....they even make you wait in line to get on the freeway and when you're finally on it, you'll wait in line some more...
For the bad food, the holes in your jeans, your stubbed toe, the sour smell, the flop sweat, the cake with too much frosting, and the taco with too much grease....and everywhere, too much fluff, too much fluff...
For the clerks you know, the ones you hate, the one's you'll shoot on sight, the one's you'll shoot on sight after the Bomb, the one's who tried...and the rare one you had to shake his hand that one time.
for all the Ladies who plant flowers every Spring, and all the guys who plant them too.
For all the passwords you're supposed to remember, write down, care about...
for all the warm sunlight, and all the cool breezes under that hot desert Sun...
for all the money you spent for so little, and the little you spent for so much...
For the song you hear at sunset, though it's not yet written down...
For Kismet, for all he does, is and is not.. Wasn't it Kismet who said it was all gravy? It's just gravy, Boys, gravy.
We're fed, we're warm, we've tools and friends, we've loved ones, pets, a place to crash, but I must insist, you know that cracked thumbnail?
It aint never going to mend.
Which one of you liars said you can't sing the blues on the Net?
Merry Christmas to all forumites in the House that Bill and Rusty Built.
munki
