So, one of my friends composed a poem about the Black Friday shenanigans that occurred around the nation this past Friday. It is called Black Friday Meditation by Mark Guay.
Black Friday Meditation
As a suggestion from my therapist,
I rise early to sit with legs crossed and eyes closed to breathe in “Let” and breathe out “Go” and my mind races
like the #BlackFriday shoppers - dashing, jabbing, prancing
on top of the faces of neighbors like reindeer
to get a cheaper television.
I watch Walmart shoppers in Puerto Rico stampede the front doors - quickly breaking through the single-file line the policia had attempted to set up.
I rush in to join - taking a few elbows to the jaw.
In the store, I see Abigail burned at the stake next to the GrillMaster - now only $121.99.
Icarus falls from the bright florescent ceiling - trampled by the waves of the amorphous crowd. His wings now shredded like the 400-thread down comforter on sale for an incredible $124.97.
In the entertainment section, Winston Smith jiggles in front of Xbox One’s new fitness routine - amazingly now available for financing.
But, me? I’ve come to snatch the 50” LED TV
for $288 - an excellent addition to my man cave.
I attempt to carry the flatscreen like a football on Sunday morning and quickly fumble as an arrow jabs my heart - shot from the hands of my neighbor Ms.Everdeen.
Breathe in “Let”
Breathe out “Go”