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black friday

by Mary Frances Spencer

impatient horses
death’s door a few dollars away
let’s trample a life
rushing for that flat screen
bargain


gotta shop
plastic souls on fire
we race into the red

life a little cheaper
at
walmart

12/07/2008

Author's Note: I am sickened by the commercial hype and frenzy, and what it can lead to...'tis not the true Holiday spirit! Peace MF

Posted on 12/08/2008
Copyright © 2024 Mary Frances Spencer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/08/08 at 09:59 AM

Right on, MFS...and second it all. What a sickening and ironic spin on the old, "shop till you drop" mantra. Close 'em down, boot 'em out. It will be the end of nostalgia as we know it (which sounds funny, but THESE are the things that will become their nostalgia). Well done, I say. Thanks.Let's give till it STOPS hurting!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/08/08 at 03:33 PM

I love your "plastic souls on fire", and those last three lines are dead on in many ways.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/08/08 at 03:40 PM

Amen. Well done.

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/08/08 at 04:34 PM

the last stanza sums it all up. walmart makes people crazy.

Posted by Laura Doom on 12/10/08 at 10:38 PM

Ha! Somehow I don't think the author's note was absolutely necessary here :> Nonetheless, sentiments duly echoed from this quarter...

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