Black Friday: A Poem

We we're in the red
Better off dead
Until the night after Thanksgiving
Now, we're reviving
Coming back
On a Friday that's back
Eat your turkey
But get ready to spend your money
Run to store before dessert
Desert your family, what could it hurt
Run to walmart
Grab a cart
Ignore the feelings in your heart
What's one night apart?
Capitalism needs you
It's true
So feed the beast
Your Thanksgiving feast
And wash it down with a cup of green
TVs, big, and buy 100 get one free
This is a American, it's something you need
Stuffing is nothing
Without an empty wallet
So cleanse your pallet
Give away your time
Every nickle and dime
Your worked your while life
For the world's sharpest knife
It'll cut through the emptiness in your soul
And wont bring about an emotional toll.