AMZN Town’s in cyberspace,

Near famous Bezos City,

Oh interwebs, so deep and vile,

Exporting junk like the River Nile,

That hungry town, lacking a smile,

is where begins this ditty.

Almost thirty years or so ago,

when commerce began to slow,

an idea brewed like sour beer,

but at first, was far from shitty.

Stores!

They lured the moms and hooked the kids,

Slipped money from their purses,

They paved the grass with sticky tar,

Drew out the Christmas curses,

Spoiled the land with a shopping taint,

Cut down trees despite complaint,

Made the dollar a patron saint,

Worshipped from birth to hearses.

These stores wooed every type of mind,

loons and ladies, rich and rough,

Sucking time so men could find,

the happiness of stuff.

At last a savior rose to speak,

with a scheme cunning as foxes –

“What if stores could all exist

inside our techno boxes?

Why spend your time in moving cars,

Just use this screen while stuck in bars,

And shutter stores, those landscape scars,

To solve these commerce poxes.”

His plan began with books – quite smart,

Then grew to clothes and shoes,

Soon lamps and couches, even art,

Were sold through clicks and views.

AMZN Town became a hub

for sales and low-cost deals,

And the older stores began to bleed,

their weakest points revealed,

They lost the battle over price,

Their profits now a meager slice,

But AMZN Town had blood like ice,

And soon their fates were sealed.

The shops closed down and went away,

their workers forced to flee,

for AMZN Town had won the day,

and customers were “free”.

Convenience reigned for every soul,

the scourge of stores forgotten,

but the savior had some other plans,

and ultimate goals more rotten,

Once every brick was torn from place,

He slyly showed his second face,

AMZN Town simply needed space,

To launch their final plot in.

The savior spun a nonsense tale,

of nostalgia, signs and stone,

that where he’d made those old stores fail,

new buildings could stand alone.

Gleaming fresh with bots and tech,

the trick was smooth and slick,

For AMZN Town now planned to grow,

with mortar and with brick.

As Bezos City swelled with pride,

the world was taken for a ride,

the savior smirked, knowing he’d lied,

that smug, bald-headed prick.

The people smelled the fishy con,

but held their tongues at bay,

they needed things, and Amazon,

was the only place to pay.

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