Sheep begin to flock

Queue around the block

Checkouts are gridlocked

The Frenzy of Black Friday

 

Jaws drop to the carpet

Gullible easy targets

Riots at supermarkets

Polythene bag army

 

A quaint Yankee tradition

Shoppers on a mission

Choked into submission

The sale of the f#ckin’ century

 

Half a million every hour

‘Bargains’ are devoured

Sweetness turning sour

The shelves are f#ckin’ empty

 

An advertisers dream

Devious marketing scheme

Not everything’s as it seems

You couldn’t even bribe me

 

Headlights case the rabbit

Can taste it but not grab it

Face this filthy habit

The Frenzy of Black Friday