Black Friday holds her sway over zombified shoppers,
arms outstretched, into the crowded jostle
that marks her prominent parade of people
heaped into American shopping malls
heaped into Walmarts and Targets and Macy’s, oh my!
Hip hip Hooray, and fill up with goods.
Christmas opens her doors early in America,
shining as a beacon far enough away
to light the piles beneath your decked out tree,
skimming the illusory surface of
nothing is ever enough.
Load up your carts good people:
evergreen candles to scent your home Christmas,
iPads, now minis, Mister Coffee’s like Keurigs,
all of these things that you don’t really need,
promoting your spending, feeding your greed.
In the end game,
all that matters,
is that he who dies with the most toys wins.
The mall falls silent
while shoppers consider
illogical trips through the aisles of the store
where there are still flecks left of deal great galore.
Black Friday insists that there is nothing more—
doling out her ever present persuasion,
safe in the knowledge
of human greed.
Last year’s numbers topple beneath best ever sales.
The system remains intact.
Black Friday curtsies her smile.
Brenda Warren 2012
Process Notes: I don’t shop Black Friday. Mostly though, I just don’t shop. Crowds do me in, Black Friday crowds would crush me. The system has control over our spending. We need to wake up, collectively.
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