An ode to Black Friday


‘Twas the night after Thanksgiving, when all through the land,
Rabid creatures were stirring, the time for shopping was at hand;
The lines began building outside the stores,
In hopes that shoppers would be first through the doors;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While parents began proving they were wrong in their heads,
And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled in to put up with this crap-
When there at the door there arose such a clatter,
The crowd sprang forward, it’s a wonder it didn’t shatter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore my new jacket in the mad dash.
The street lights on the breast of the dirty brown snow,
Gave the lustre of greed to the people below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a growling daddy, in full combat gear,
And a little old lady, so vicious and quick,
I knew in a moment it was going to get sick.
More rapid than eagles the shoppers they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, I was called a bad name:
“Now! [email protected]#$, now! [email protected]#$, now! Out of my way you Vixen,
“On! [email protected]#$, on! [email protected]#$, on! Trips ’em and kicks ’em;
“To the front of the line! Let’s invade the mall!
“Now cash away! cash away! cash away all!”
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the check out the cursers they flew,
With the hands full of stuff – and many thingies too:
And then in a twinkling, I did see the proof
With my prancing and pawing I was a real goof.
As I cleared my head, and was turning around,
Down the hordes continuously came with a bound:
We had dressed a nice turkey, from its head to its foot,
And fully devoured it like fresh taken loot;
It truly dawned on me as I looked back,
That of true understanding we have lost the knack:
My eyes – how they teared! my dimples not so merry,
How the real meaning did we so bury?
We were supposed to be thankful for what we already know,
Yet here we were fighting for more cash to blow;
Snarling and snapping, baring our teeth,
The human soul deserves a mourning wreath.
The holiday is much more than just stuffing our belly
And watching various things on the old telly:
The crowd, mostly chubby and plump, should be ashamed of itself,
And I felt like crying when I saw in them myself;
A opening of my eye and a shake of my head
Soon gave me to know we had something to dread.
If we did not change this attitude that does not work,
And stop each one of us, acting like a jerk.
Be thankful for what we have, stop seeking more,
Why do we act like maniacs at the silly store?
Wealth is not in having all sorts of things and stuff,
It’s about accepting that we really HAVE enough.
Remember what’s important, like loving one another,
And treating others as if a sister or a brother.
Before our true priorities slide out of sight,
Remember that Black is the color of night.