Revenge

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"I cannot stand it", this she said,
As one more numbing ad she read.
"My friend's cute shop is dead and gone
Because stupid Wal-Mart came along."

"I must reap revenge" she said to the dog,
"I'll find me a way to stop this market hog."
"Just one store of many might be all I can end,
But at least it's the one that brought down my friend."

She went to her backyard and put up a tent.
A huge one, no windows, the neighbors were bent.
"What the heck is she doing?" they pondered with ire,
"She's always been strange," popped in Mrs. Lohmeyer

She worked and she worked and she built her creation,
A vision she'd be when she stunned the whole nation.
"I don't want to hurt people," she said to the dog,
"So I'm just gonna arm it with a magical fog."

The dog looked quite puzzled; it wasn't too sure,
What it was that his master had in mind for this cure.
The vision she built, stood immense and quite tall,
And he thought, "I'm gonna hide when she heads for the mall."

She went in the house and made up her strange brew,
Ancient spells she had studied and knew through and through.
In a cauldron out back, she created her fog,
A concoction that soon would make people agog.

The day dawned quite clear for her plan to unfold.
She rolled her creation out into the cold.
The neighbors were stunned and the dog went and hid,
It was apparent to all now what exactly she did.

She'd built a huge shopping cart, armed it with glee,
She was gonna show Wal-Mart destroying people wasn't free.
The crowds, they all parted when she rolled into their door,
The glass it all shattered and the engine did roar.

She stood in the cart and declared loud and clear,
"I want you to know just why I am here.
My friend had a small store, hers and others you crushed,
All because just for money you build and you rush"

"I built this cart as a symbol of all that is wrong,
With the excess and lack of concern, you the strong,
Have shown to the little people trying to live.
Their small stores and businesses? You have no compassion to give."

"So prepare Wal-Mart people and shoppers galore,
My fog I'm about to release through this store.
Don't be frightened or scared, it won't cause any grief;
It just oozes through things and makes out like a thief."

"It'll melt all the happy faces, and raise their prices,
You shoppers will be in for some scary surprises,
Suddenly things will be cheaper at that small local store,
And nobody will WANT to shop here anymore!"

So she pulled on the lever, and the fog oozed on out,
And the people did laugh and did smile and did shout,
"Tis' a blessing indeed, to see those annoying happy faces,
Drip into a puddle in appropriate places!"

And they gathered their credit cards up and left quick,
Her nudge and her fog had done just quite the trick.
Her friend's shop, it re-opened; tons of money it made,
The cart? Oprah bought it and sends it on raids.