Black Friday Eve

Preposterous! These prophets professed, just Profaned, have taken o'er the sacred vault With wholly hostile holidays. I must Deceive, with holey lowly praise exalt. Must I submit this unjust cult of damning's Worth my worship? No. Call me lunatic And write me off, I'll tax with culture jamming, Reveal your frauds, conceive a heretic. Discover must, and what must you perceive? The dismal band and burglar ring of ills, The disgrace crooks and maul-hearts. All receive And dispense naught but doles for gains and kills. This preacher's fruit just takes and takes and takes, Poor apple's Eve just breaks and aches and snakes.