Black Friday

Black Friday

Whom the gods would destroy, they first addict to shopping.

Life’s one endless whirl of bargain hunting.

It’s worse than free basing, worse than pill popping—

Steer madness, with hoofing and grunting—

Anything to be the first turkey in line

After the stuffing of Thanksgiving.

Getting and shopping—isn’t this a sign,

Isn’t this the purpose, of living?

Isn’t it worth getting trampled to death?
                           Isn’t it more satisfying than sex?                              

Isn’t it what we’ll do with our last breath,

What we’ve been doing since Tyrannosaurus Rex?

After 9/11, with the market sharply dropping,
Didn’t Bush tell Americans to go shopping? 

                                Robert Forrey, 2011