Black Friday Blues

It’s easy to fall into the grip of despair,

when holiday greetings fill the crisp winter air.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to name just a few,

throw in Happy Hanukkah just to spice up the brew. 

I’m out buying presents for my family and friends,

maybe a co-worker; that all depends.

Pushing and shoving for that special on ties,

it’s not a “Black Friday” unless somebody dies.  

Running short of money now, my list I must cut,

man all this shopping‘s such a pain in the butt.

A lady just sprayed me with perfume on aisle four,

it took all I had not to call her a … cherub. 

Out of the mall to my car I am running,

dodging and weaving; using all of my cunning.

Five cars behind me awaiting my space,

honking and swearing and getting on my case.

I give them the finger and one guy gets out,

we square off, we posture, we scream and we shout.

No punches are thrown, as cooler heads prevail,

probably good cause I couldn’t afford the bail.

I make it back home; all my shopping is done,

cause I’m not going back out to indulge in that fun.

The mall is a fiasco and a drain on one’s wealth,

and surely a threat to a man’s very health. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole