Death of a Salesman
Christmas comes just once a year
And that should be a blessing,
It’s not the birth of Christ I fear,
It’s the shopping that’s so depressing.
They now fire off starting guns,
To start the spending is their goal.
But the news stories that the TV runs,
Report the shopping day’s death toll.
It seems the shoppers who wait up front
In these times of greed,
In order to get the gifts they want
Are willing to make you bleed.
So say a prayer and get out of the way
For it’s civility that we clearly lack,
We used to call this “Shopper’s Friday,”
But you see now why it’s called black.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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