Blank Friday

Staff gets scared...

I dared

to visit when I could

to get it

(a new laptop).

Just like I said I would...

*

Store is surrounded...

I'm astounded

that we are all here

with little credit

(maybe money in hand).

I sense some fear...

*

Anger is compounded...

I feel grounded;

a moment of zen

with fists and spit

(feels like war).

The season begins again.

*

Everything is accounted

with totals well-rounded,

and I can get away

with one quick hit

(my gift now),

awaiting Saturday.

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