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.
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