The Big Bad Retail Wasteland Copyright 2001 by Adam Selzer, all rights reserved, ASCAP On a summer's day in the month of May Came a twentysomethingish slob. he was strapped for cash as a recent crash Had cost him his dot-com job He was heading for a land wear you sweep the floor seventeen times an hour or more were you work all day for little pay in the big bad retail wasteland In the Big Bad Retail Wasteland You'll never need your brain, Just smile and nod and apologize until you go insane and though they may make promises you'll never get a raise oh the hours are lame and the jobs mundane and you have to wear a tag that displays your name in the big bad retail wasteland The customers are the biggest dopes who've ever been let loose unless you count the manager who's dumber than a moose the days are all routinized and always just the same they'll be overjoyed when your skills are void they'll replace you ass with a shiney new droid in the big bad retail wasteland In the big bad retail wasteland the little guy never wins he'll go right out of business when the new Wal Mart goes in and the union organizers are simply shot on sight you get home and then pray like all good men that the slime that ate cleveland will get hungry again for the big bad retail wasteland After just a day you'll be glad to say you wanna hang the jerk that invented work and drown the slobs with the cushy job and smother the schmuck who has all the luck and murder the guys in the power ties and blow up the town where it all goes down Your college degree will be worth less than zero in the big bad retail wasteland 2001 BACK TO HOME PAGE