6% Sales Tax Week
The day’s centered ‘round
the noblest ideal,
that starts at late mass
upon midnight clear…
When sleepy-eyed families
hit church to redress—
a year of wrongdoing
in 2 hours or less,
(a hella good deal)
for losing some rest.
This doesn’t account for—
the late Christmas shopper,
who’s still at the mall
becoming a pauper,
trading his dough
for overpriced stuff,
in hopes to avoid
the pending rebuff,
the gifts meant to show,
he’s thoughtful enough.
Since praise without largess
is simply suspicious,
for all that the day
is seen as auspicious,
a message that’s louder
than thanks or good wishes,
a custom we trust in
as being propitious,
a presenting penance
to remit the pernicious.
The Walmarts,
—and K-Marts—
and Marts of all kind,
are the real alters here
with one thing in mind—
their margin increases
with each sale tallied,
—not Jesus–
He’s specious—
and lives in Death Valley.
Happy Holly-DaZe, blOg-O-pEEps!! Thank you for coming by now and again. If you missed the start of this 7-verse sequence, you can get up to date by clicking the links below. Hope you are feeling fat & sassy & oh-so-chill during this much-deserved break from the salt mines.
Also, this was originally published by the Book Smuggler’s Den, and you can link to that great site–and other inViting reads–here: Book Smuggler’s Den
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