The Dollar Store

Life has led me down the path of primrose, and what's more

Has put me on the path that leads down to the dollar store.

Once I could wave credits cards around like they were pennants,

Now the Poor House beckons me as one of its chief tenants.

I had shirts of silk with little logos that bespoke

Of confidence that I would never see the day that I was broke.

But I must darn my socks today, unless cruel Fate relents;

And buy my thread and needle for just 99 sweet cents.

I see all of my neighbors at the dollar store, as well –

The tuna fish is 3 cans for a dollar – ain't that swell?

So I'm a low end customer – I say it with some pride;

Spam is very good if served with relish when it's fried.

Maybe I will splurge and buy a gallon of detergent –

People say that any day things will be resurgent. 

No, I'd better put that back and buy a tiny packet –

Otherwise, on my income, I don't think I can hack it.

Discretionary spending is a relic of past ages;

In my bosom now a miser whimpers and then rages.

Ah my, this makes me think of Grandma every now and then;

She spent her life just shopping at the Woolworth's 5 & 10.