How black was your Friday ? Updated 11/28/25 – Left overs update

When Black Friday comes

the Consumers of Gridville

huddle in the parking lots

in predawn frozen blackness

waiting for the sensor doors

to activate and swing open

so that the ensuing stampede

into the widget warehouse

can gush cheap trinket

torrents of electronic desire

to purge themselves

of what limited imaginations

they have left and haven’t

squandered and impaled

upon product acquisition

suggestions programmed

to them by fiber optic

daily behavioral vampires

so well appointed

with glistening fangs

of fashion compulsion

obsessive consumption

in a GPS vortex

instantly alerting them

of the nowhere

they lust….

Is here

In stock

On Sale

And they simply cannot

live without it.

from- Sometimes Grief Barks up the Wrong Tree  2012