Black Friday

A fatty is ahead of me in line.
I really wanna get a better deal,
Dividing all the aisles, so to feel
The better way to getting what is mine.
I’ve gotten in some seven separate fights.
It’s harder than it’s ever been before
To keep afoot when running through the door,
Resisting any urge to hit the lights
In faces ‘round my own.  The money’s in,
The line is filling up, and I am out
Of better methods for to think about
The gifts that I’m receiving, for the sin
That’s taken far away, and for the hope
Forgotten while in line between the rope.