My Poem for the Black Friday

[kyonides]

The Blackest Friday

Written by Kyonides

A story that keeps repeating

Itself as if they’d never learn

How idiotic they look at stores,

Fighting for those stupid offers.

Why do I feel so damn cocky?

It’s because I’m not a mortal,

Call us sweet Greed, selfish Envy

And Fear, this will be your worst day!

“Man, you gotta go hit that guy

Over there before he steals that

Sixty four inch flat screen from you”

Envy said then while Greed hugged him.

What a real shame, that Fear got lost!

She kept stumbling on customers,

Making them feel either anxious

Or think they’re missing their chances…

Hmph, we’ve got a visitor, pals!

Some male picked up some good shotgun,

And threatened anybody else,

Clearly Violence had helped him out.

“Don’t screw it up, Fear, let him go…”

I yelled, failing to prevent him

From meeting her, later he just thought

People had become mindless zombies.

That was a messy job, but I

Could convince a patron to steal

Some small, tempting barbecue grill,

While security was too busy.

You know, it then smelled weird as if

Violence’s cousin War had arrived,

Indeed he was behind the cops,

They got ready to kill that guy.

Normally I’d say it was weird

To listen to strange rumors ‘bout

Such an idiot, but I suspect

Liar had some fun on his behalf.

What’s your damn problem fearful friend?

Can’t you see you’d not activate

Any fire alarm before noon?
Guys, let’s go to the next store!


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