Poem for Black Friday

Black Friday Blues

Black Friday

Civility has gone away

It’s been replaced by ruder sway.

A flat-screened TV is the treasure

relieves us of all sense of measure.

We elbow, gouge and snatch with zeal

And our true natures we reveal.

We cue up just to make the score

For some, even the night before.

Thanksgiving prayers and harvest reap

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