In the aftermath of Black Friday

Unfortunately each year I get sucked into the furor

The day after giving thanks for what I have, I scramble to acquire more

The promise of a good sale is too hard to pass by

When there is a huge discount, I feel compelled to buy

Things I might in a hypothetical future need

Things that are quite unnecessary indeed

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Later I feel embarrassed, having fallen prey

To the Machiavellian charms of Black Friday

The only solace is that I have ample company

Many folks are regretful just like me

Having been lured into expenditure senseless

On buying unnecessary objects in excess

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As a commercial strategy, it is brilliant of course

Year after year, Black Friday continues to force

People to spend recklessly and in excess

And we never seem to learn from the process

Of buying in a rush and repenting at leisure

This maniacal shopping does not even give pleasure..

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Easy to make a resolution today

That next year I shall ignore Black Friday

I hope I remember this on the D-day

So I don’t fritter my moolah away