Vouchers Coupons And The End Of A Shopping Session Lyrics

Well, at least all the small pieces of paper were
collected, but their function was limited to say the
least. Almost every shop had gone out of business, and
the brimstone building had lost its appealing look. The
heat was agonizing and the white marble was no longer
visible through the thick layer of lifeless ashes and dry
dirt.

Empty trolleys blocked the hallways and the air was
filled with infernal muzak played at unbearable volumes.
Credit cards lay melted around the payment terminals and
worthless vouchers were tossed around on the floor by
dry, hot winds. Some shoppers still endured, but they gave in to the poisonous air and excruciating heat one by
one – leaving their empty shells behind, making the
ultimate payment to the shopping mall and its C.E.O, Mr.
M.

The gargantuan parking lot held only one car – black,
streamlined and expensive – arrogantly parked in front of
the huge exit. A pillar on each side of the automated
door unified in the tiresome task of supporting a
hideously, fluorescent sign: “Thanks for visiting. Please
come again.”

It would not be long before the mall re-opened.

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