standing in line for three hours for a massage chair and a vacuum cleaner

there's a long

line

of cars on the highway

trying to get off at the exit

where the shopping mall

lies.

it's Black Friday

once more and stores have

opened wide

their doors

at the crack of dawn.

it's when the best deals are found.

what once was a hundred dollars

yesterday,

is now

only 97 dollars.

but for this day only.

the stores are lined up side by side,

linked by

Auntie's Pretzels,

Orange

Julius

and Cinnabon,

turbaned entrepreneurs

man the kiosks 

which crowd the walkways

with jewels and watches

from faraway lands,

like Ohio.

and the big stores that anchor

the mall are stuffed with shiny goods,

not unlike

Santa's overflowing bag

as he flies across the winter

skies.

there are deals

to be made.

savings galore.

come one, come all. let's

give those credit

cards a workout.

but who doesn't have a tv yet?

a blender,

a phone,

a camera, or laptop,

or printer. who doesn't have things,

if not one,

at least two or more?