Black Friday Blues
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It’s been replaced by ruder sway.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
Take second place to discounts deep.
This madness runs throughout the season
And profit seems the only reason.
Consumerism fans the flame
But really, we are all to blame.
When shopping takes the place of spirit
No remedy can really cure it.
We stake our claim and make our plan,
For piece unearthed. Good deal to man.
Yes. civility has gone away
But doesn’t end with Black Friday.