“At The Silverberg Department Store”

‘Twas a century ago, a lifelong dream
Was but in a splash, devoured by greed.
As the pickets sailed, the end did gleam
For the ones who inherited the treasured seed,
At the Silverberg Department Store.

Two years later, his Pirates took the wheel:
A saccharine, sweet voice of lechery
And a sombre little wolf at his heel,
Who prevented a floundering with their treachery,
At the Silverberg Department Store.

Oh his henchmen are the épées of gossip -
Yes-men who serve in every conspiracy;
Finding mutiny in any hand aboard ship,
While they lurk from their pharos of lunacy,
At The Silverberg Department Store.

And let me tell you of the cool, lean hips,
For the plump and homely were never their cargo,
Resounding on the smiles of their dirty lips.
Still these chauvinist's pillage was very low,
At the Silverberg Department Store.

I know the legend all too well,
Because I was a stowaway upon the waves,
Where tragedy inked this log to tell
How the Pirates strip to shame their knaves,
At the Silverberg Department Store.

They still wave their flags, atop the mast
Though the hulls on the top two ride dry.
And many walk by, but all too fast
As their coins are gone anywhere else to buy,
But at the Union Breaker's Department Store.
Written by davidchirko (David Chirko)
Author's Note
Once upon a time, I worked for some rapscallions at a downtown department store. Here is the allegorical tale, with names altered to protect the guilty.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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