Inspiration: The neighborhood Thrift Store.


Act: #1

To All Thrifters!

The Neighbourhood thrift store holds all the dice.
Selling clothes at a stellar price.
Fundraising programs just to be nice.
Trying to dividend everyone a slice.

They roll up even.
They have everyone believing.
Rolling against the odds.
They've implemented the mods.
The dice split apart.
Producing a path to a new start.

Behind the scenes.
We stand in teams.
Reinforcing our dreams.
We decide the current of the stream.
It flows however we deem.
We create the memes.

Act: #2

The Gift of Bags

In through the door, the bags just pour.
Enticed by the allure, what they contained, we couldn't be sure.
Baffled to our core, they kept piling up in cours.
It started to become a problem we couldn't ignore, as it filled up the entire store.

The donations piled high.
Some days they reached the sky.
We can't let that fly.
We'll need to make it comply.

The bags are our new thrones.
We sit upon them as we pick out what we condone.
Going through all the clothes known.
Choosing what to keep as our own.

People donate the strangest things.
This item was made for kings.
Who would discard a set of wings?
People are the strangest beings.

Practicing our shots into the bins.
An awry projectile hits our supervisor in the shin.
She acted as if she lost a leg.
Knocked down to one peg.
I wonder who is her next of kin?
We couldn't help but grin.
For mercy she proceeded to beg.
Before opening up another bag.

The clothes we don't like.
It gets thrown out on site.
Stuffed into re-donation bags without a fight.
Yet, moving them around takes all our might.

Re-donations we disown.
They get banished to the hole.
They sit there as bags of coal.
Until they're relocated to a home.

Upon the door, came a knock.
The room froze in shock.
A forehead poked itself past the frame.
He wanted to be let in on the games.

Act: #3

Storefront Traffick

Sent out to the front.
Setting out on a hunt.
Why do I have to take the brunt?
I'll show them I'm not simply a grunt.

The door fought on the way out.
We almost initiated a joust.
I took the usual route.
It didn't make me pout.

Clothes fallen off the racks.
Clothes turned to the back.
Clothes dangling across the racks.
Clothes piled the counter in stacks.

Before my eyes there was so much gore.
I couldn't handle...