Ah!
Another Thanksgiving,
About to come to a close,
And it may leave you in awe,
That all I did was doze and watch shows.
I did not have a celebration,
Hey don’t worry though,
I’m suffering from neither,
Sadness or starvation.
The worst part it seems,
Of this once-revered holiday,
Is the way people fall prey,
To what’s known as Black Friday.
One minute they’re lazily,
Sitting around,
With friends and family,
All stuff their faces,
And name off the year’s blessings,
Then low and behold they race,
From place to place,
Completely losing any trace,
Of their earlier grace.
But I won’t be bothered,
With such a shopping slaughter,
It does not matter,
How good is an offer.
When the fuck did people’s views,
Become so skewed?
This is about the farthest,
From a celebration of harvest,
That the world could have moved.
When did Friday,
Start to begin on a Thursday?
And when did shopping,
Become paramount to turkey,
And popcorn popping?
It has become commercialized,
And so full of fucking lies,
No longer is it just the start,
To a time of giving,
And don’t kid yourself,
We’ve all played a part,
In the season’s right reasons leaving.
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