Registers ring like a trolley.
Apostle Gap, Saint Wordsworth,
Praise to you, our Heaven on Earth.
This metaphor must take note
Of Merchant sinners not remote.
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Urban Outfitters, for one,
Sells only deconstruction.
Shape to clothes? Please, that's so old.
Customer help? Wrong place, we're told.
Have you bought your Christmas lights?
Never too early--don't be tight.
All cheer for the newborn king
Who, for his birthday, does us bring
Nothing less than retail pride,
A month before the sleigh does ride.