Black Friday

Black Friday represents sadness to me
Just regular people who can't afford to live in luxury

wait all year to finally purchase their dream TV.
And who can blame them when society

constantly reiterates to me

that in order to be somebody 
I have to have nice things
I don't blame them for lining up at crazy hours

 to purchase something that they feel

will make their family's lives a little bit better

I've been there
I come from nothing, just wanted something...
Once upon a time if someone offered me those deals

I'd accept I wouldn't even think twice
The problem I have is when they place more value on material

objects over somebody's life.
Or how the stores place more value
on profits over people
But that's just the way the story goes,
I guess.
I find it sickening the way that they profit off of the less fortunate
They dangle a carrot in front of their faces 
and watch and laugh as people get stomped on in their places of business
What about the employees who have to face danger?
They don't get paid or trained for that
Need to get these folks some tactical gear

and prepare them for combat
Man I love capitalism I love free markets
But my Christianity won't let me be okay 
with the greed of corporations
I know that the love of money 
is the root of all evil

Black Friday crowds to me look like 
the beginnings of social upheaval
I see how they do it
Treat the masses like cattle
In my mind it's a battle
Like who's really to blame?
Like-it's really insane
Is our desire for prestige something innate
Or is it something we receive 
through human interaction-

Something communicated?
Just wait a second and let me relate my case 
a little bit more clearly
As we delve into this phenomenon 
based upon consumerism occurring yearly
See why I believe it is a spiritual attack against humanity
The day after we are giving thanks for our lives
We buy into the lie that 
without a new discounted TV

we are so deprived
Everything on sale at least 40% off
Don't you see you NEED these things
Don't miss out or your loss!
Don't nothing in this whole world come for free
This coming from a girl who once lived in the streets
Even food out the garbage can comes with a price
Leave you sick and disgusted
With the weight of your life
These companies don't really sell things for cheaper
They were put on the market
With the discounts in mind

Now deeper in debt Grim Reaper breathing down your neck

While they play the game smart

they hold all the cards
Jack up the prices to make the biggest profit

That's how the 'selling monster' was really designed
Then 'lower' the tag for Black Friday

and watch all the people eagerly run to the lines
It's a marketing ploy.

Face smashed against the glass

like all dignity destroyed
They would never do something just to make your life better
They want to sell as much of their product at the end of the year to meet their quota
Look at the fistfights taking place over things
Look at the feeling of emptiness still lingering
It doesn't matter how many computers and iPads you walk away with
Your life is still dependent on things that will fade away
Next year your state of the art cell phone will be obsolete
Your bank account diminished Black Friday repeat
Caught in a nightmare never finished
Because a life of materialism lacks value, intrinsic.