All year, you waited on Black Friday
Just to Feed your Indulgence.
After, comes broke Saturday,
Which is partly spent in silence.
Next is Prayerful Sunday
Off to church for solace.
Next comes Monday, a workday.
Wearing things you don't need.
Home stuck with material things
You've been finessed by greed
Yet your task is what today brings.
At home, you hear the bell as it rings,
And look at the watch on your hand.
A man strikes on the guitar strings
Then a song raised by another friend.
At least all your friends are here
Time to party and enjoy yourself
Bring me some wine over here
Time to celebrate my materialistic life!

©IB-Poetry
24/11/2018

We all come together on this one particular holiday and be thankful for all the things we own. How can one be thankful for things they own when they are trampling over each other to reach sales. Don't get me wrong I was there to and I am thankful for the things I own but I will not beat a man nor woman for a simple tv that's only a hundred dollars less than the original price it's crazy but hey I'm thankful for the sales too. I'll just wait till monday.

Please stop with the ads.
My bank account can't handle
all this temptation.

i have to inhabit this planet of panic
to stand among man and practice it's habits
i can't understand this plan of the manic
standing in line to be trampled by havoc

a mad dash to the racks and cabinets
their drawn to a status as if it's a magnet
pressed against glass, madly and frantic
planning their route to the plastic gadgets