Black Friday Brawls
It's Black Friday and it's time to get ready for another door buster sale
Television sets, video game consoles, waffle irons, even hammers and nails
It doesn't matter what store it is, it is the same in every place you go
Over a Vizio TV set, you will get punched right in the nose
It's six o'clock in the morning and the customers barrel right through the door
Trampling the poor employee as he lies dying on the floor
For the employee, the management doesn't even call for any help
Instead they ask the customers if they need assistance with anything else
The customers want that waffle iron and they are ready to punch you in the face
These people belong in a psychiatric hospital because they are mental cases
If you try to grab his laptop, with it he will bash you right over the head
It really makes no difference to him if you get a concussion or end up dead
It's survival of the fittest and they are all animals in this jungle
They will cboke you to death over this Playstation Bundle
Security will not cut it, you will have to call law enforcement
To break up all the fights of these forty year old adolecents
Maybe this is the real reason why people shop online
Is getting killed over a toaster oven really a dignified way to die?
Kick you, punch you, choke you, trample you, throw you against the wall
So many ways to get hurt or die in the Black Friday Brawls
From Rhymes With A Reason
Copyright 2018 Resisting Distress Publishing
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Personal/concrete observation of Black Friday chaos, minimal abstraction.
Dense, rapid-fire catalog of violent scenarios and critique per lines.
Strongly negative; brutal violence, death, mental illness accusations throughout.
Explosive language; punching, trampling, choking, bashing, kinetic intensity high.
Approximately 20 lines; falls in 16-30 range, leaning longer.
Survival of fittest metaphor, jungle comparison, some rhetorical flourish.
Pure lyric/satirical internal voice; observer commentary, no dramatic personas.
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