Last-Minute Shopping Show

by flammeusgladius

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.





–Tom Riley