Black Friday Sales “Poem”
Consumers rushing to Malls and stores
Consume, consume and consume says the Marketing promotions
Even shop at Walden pond Is asking it’s members to buy and consume
As mankind has nothing left to do then to buy and sell?
Not a Farthing I have to spend except fresh poems and thoughts not for sale
If you sell poetry, good books I might buy it on my will not by slogans of Black Friday sales for Godsake
When I wake up I only think about what is essential for life
Why can’t we sell solitude? Some cheering thought provoking material to consume, some nature, some poetry, some love, some humanity
In vain I came home from all Black Friday sales at malls and stores
What do I need TV for? Do I need second hand experience? Is my life such a waste that I should sit by the TV? Or play video games?
Sell me your unread books, sell me your repressed thoughts, sell me your loneliness, sell me your fears, sell me a pure simple goodbye and I will buy it at any cost
Don’t sell me your branded Clothing, I prefer to be in rags
Sell me humanity and I will buy your Inhumanity
Simplify, simplify, simplify and simplify as Thoreau says