Black Friday

Black Friday

I see the same items wheel past me again and again
As if there was some strange force driving us
To wake up blurry eyed and ready to fend
For ourselves in a frenzied fuss

Over things that don’t matter,
Not as much as the patter
Of little feet
That come to greet us
After a Friday fuss.

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