Last-Minute Shopping Show
The Last-Minute Shopping Show
On Christmas Eve, it’s way too late to shop.
Nevertheless, you see them stepping out,
The desperate and careless. “Till we drop!”
They cannot say, for everything is doubt
And pressure. Plans they failed to plan now shout
An empty message, fill the winter sky
With hopelessness. Our shoppers rush about
And wish that they could drop. Their haste’s a lie—
For really, fans, they never dared to try
Canceling this repeated yearly show.
As vapid as Kardashians, as sly
As slugs, still they were always in the know.
By despair measured out, their joy’s increased.
Vacuity becomes their Christmas feast.