My Ode to Wal-mart Part 1:

As the gates of Hell open, I feel the need to run
But I suddenly realize my roommate has eaten my last hotdog bun
The smell overpowers me as to end my life
As cries emit from isle 8, a Pakistani man has lost his wife
The surreal image of patrons pushing their carts through the tiny lanes of the store
Remind me of my ex, trying to squeeze her big ass into a pair of jeans that eventually tore
The masses push and shove in hopes of a magnificent deal
But all I managed to obtain was a $4.00 tape released by Seal