Real Inventory

You're fired. Hand over the vest.
Cool. Cool cool cool.
They took my vest, they took my badge, they took the scanner thing,
Wiped my login, killed my discount — can't buy a single thing,
Signed a paper, bagged my name tag, walked across the lot,
Left the building with a smile and everything I've got.
Took the aisle-five chaos, took the fitting-room escape,
Took a storytime so juicy that the whole internet ate —
71,600 likes, that's my severance pay.
Couldn't post it while employed, now the contract's out the door,
Shoplifters and strange requests — I'm making part four,
Every shelf I ever stocked is now a comedy.
Goodbye, Walmart... goodbye...
They kept the register, kept the greeter, kept the store —
But the stories were the real inventory,
And every single one of them scanned clean at the door.
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