Black Friday, well what can i really say. It's a bargain, the price humanity does pay. Kicking and punching to save a penny or two. Augments a plenty, in the disorderly queue.
It's mine, i got my hands on it first. You son of a b*tch is then often cursed. A world full of luxury, yet many have nothing. While those that want more, their pockets they're stuffing.
A materialistic money grabbing idea was born. While in reality it's the demise of morals we mourn. It's not the needy that's rushing to get what they need. It's the greedy and their addiction they must feed.
So my thoughts on this whole black Friday deal. There are no savings that to me will appeal. Just another tear i shall cry for our human race. As yet again our behaviour is a total disgrace.
I hope all you wealthy business men are happy at last. For the shadow on humanity you have greedily cast. More money in your pockets, more shares in the bank. For the death of another day, we all know who to thank.
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
I was having a bit of a rant at the sad materialistic world we live in
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