Black+Friday+-+Sukhmann+Aneja

__The "Hunger" Games__

Tick-tock, tick-tock, this market is a clock A covetous bloodbath of infuriated shoppers Who, at midnight on a Friday See little wrong with picking a fight Over the last Kindle Fire Jabbering like jays who just found bread.

The workers, who make minimal bread Nervously sense that the Doomsday clock Is ticking closer to midnight, as a fire Rages in the eyes of belligerent shoppers Who, with nowhere else to be, will fight ‘Til the end on this dark, Black Friday.

It’s sad, yet funny how the Friday After a glorious meal of turkey and bread Can change a desire to forgive into a need to fight Over a high-tech, embellished Capitol clock; The envy of all shoppers, The flame that feeds greed’s fire.

Watch it burn, the fire Of materialistic madness that plagues a Friday Once so beautiful. The bustling of shoppers Armed with car keys, carts, and bread Muffles the scream, the “bang!” the “clock!” And battle cry to end a shopper’s fight.

A news show broadcasts yet another fight Successfully adding fuel to the fire. A network sets up a countdown clock; A source of entertainment for Black Friday Enthusiasts at home, who would rather save bread Than experience the plight of “those poor shoppers.”

Hours have passed, and yet these shoppers Show no signs of stopping their fight To buy what they can with the bread Of the minimum waged. Fire Is burning (they call them “Black Friday Hot Deals”) and only time can stop corruption’s clock.

After a day of dealing its moldy bread, Black Friday Turns away its head, but only for a single year. The clock Continues ticking, fast as fire, beckoning another day, another fight.