Mayhem

The sweat is pouring down my brow
a hint or two of panic
all around me,mad wild eyes
the place is going manic

People shove and people push
some don"t know what to do.
Others grin sadistic smiles
but they are but a few

A husband screams,he"s had enough
he"s struggling to breath.
Every year,its just the same.
Food shopping,Christmas Eve
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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December 4, 2009 at 2:14 AM
i read your poem mayhem calmness'
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November 29, 2009 at 6:37 AM
Another funny read!!! thank you! love Simone
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November 27, 2009 at 1:37 PM
i can picture this vision so true:)..that is Christmas season and after the Jauary sales..haha:)Charma
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November 27, 2009 at 1:34 PM
Never been there or done that. I am sure that it would be awfull. Glad that you put a little humor into it. Keep the LOL pen flowing. Sara
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November 25, 2009 at 12:32 AM
You described it so right, this last moment shopping. Tomorrow is going to be another mayhem before Thanksgiving :) chasing turkeys :)
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November 24, 2009 at 11:39 PM
Haha! Not at all how I thought it would end, and that is why I loved this! Well done! Hugs, Donna
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October 25, 2009 at 7:08 PM
So true, thanks for sharing. Pam.
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October 23, 2009 at 9:45 PM
Perfect scenario ... we all have been through exactly the way your verses portray this great holiday... thankxxx for sharing your poetry on P.S. Linda-Marie ...
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October 16, 2009 at 9:00 PM
Oh I know, christmas shopping is the worst, I do all of my shopping online. This is good, I like it.
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