"ablack" poems
People run and people hustle
They push and pull and tug and tussle
For what?
Lines extend around the block
Full of people set to go in hock
For what?
A crushing, living, breathing mass
Who won't subside to let one pass
For what?
Weather good or weather poor
They only want inside the store
For what?
A tale is told of victor's spoils
Of all their silly, shopping toils
For what?
Black Friday shoppers spending all
Filling every shopping mall
For what?
I cannot grasp their need to spend
Tell me when will madness end
For what?
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC