WALMART TIMES

See the beakon,
sit and stare.
Let us wonder,
if you dare.
Of the breath eternal scene,
Atlas of our nation.

Shall we go?
Let us leave,
make the distance by and through.
To the glistening, shimmering sign
hovering forever, righteous proud.

We are here,
night is fair,
in the cultural night late show.

And it is time to unwind:
ease your brain,
release day's strain.
For we have found
forsaken kind,
who came as we to wax and wane at
Atlas of our nation

Mass allure brought us in
Forgetful destruction of individual sin
Thrown and tossed in the bin of model perfect America.

Corporate slander,
looks so good at
Atlas of our nation 1