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black friday

January 19th, 2013 § 0 comments

Poem #6 for Theresa Kist

 

The day has come!

 

Cut through the food, the fat, the gluttony,

it is time to kick it into high gear.

Let the alcohol lull the body to sleep for a brief two hours,

soon it will still be dark out

and we will all come together and ask the same question

as we did last year

Why?

One little word that will come out more like a grunt.

The heat will be on, though

and the goal of coffee

will inspire us to get through the first stop,

the longest stop.

It is noticed

as it was last year

that this frosty marketplace of these Babylonian times is relatively vacant,

allowing us ample space for our monetary indulgence,

this once-a-year valid excuse to purge on everything corrupt with modern civilization,

after-all, it’s only a buck, one-day, and one-day-only

Once our first mission is accomplished

with sun up and coffee hot and sweet

the second, final, and marathon-length leg begins.

Goal: stuff trunk for stuffed stockings

and we are bi-partisan in our season of giving.

The blue store, the red store, the orange store

Asian countries, Latin countries, Hindu and Muslim countries,

we go to and buy from them all.

It is a simple, duty-driven purge

towards

the American Dream

for

the American Dream

and created wholly and solely by

the American Dream.

Duty to God…Complete!

Duty to Country…Complete!

Duty to Family, Friends and Entitled Strangers, Complete!

So we then take on our duty to ourselves

admiring the victory of consumerism

standing arm in arm, ready to claim our final reward,

four battered, exhausted, inspired civilian soldiers

arriving at the diner

the church of Long Island

to now give duty to our bodies with

milkshakes, double cheeseburgers and vegan pecan salads,

and it will become hazy after that,

as feet drag across the blacktop

to the car for one last trip

home.

After the weekend of illness, complaints and exhaustion

we will, one day,

join together again

to talk, laugh and reminisce

and we’ll shake our heads in disbelief of our lunacy

but same time next year

when the turkey is devoured

and the children are asleep

and the alcohol has finally kicked in

we shall join once again

for this annual duty to the world!

 

 

af

 

(written on pen & paper)

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