My grocery store is cartel-owned --
The prices make me smug.
I don’t care if they’re plutocrats --
They keep my budget snug.
I don’t know how they make a dime
With food sold on the cheap --
They must send robots to the fields
Who are not paid to reap.
They won’t need cashiers anymore --
They’ll soon be obsolete.
Cuz I’ll be using my Venmol
To pay for bread and meat.
Monopolies that save me dough
Are never too obscene --
Specifically the ones that help
Me make my own cuisine!
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