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Black friday library

Black Friday lullaby

My favorite art store was having a sale,
I knew from the ad that came in the mail.
I went early to "spin the wheel,
to get a prize and get a deal.
I won a package of three tubes of paint,
I was grateful, I had no complaint.
I got on the train, and saw with a fright,
What a rip-off! the tubes were white!
They picked the most generic color,
nothing on Earth could be any duller.
Then I realized my white was running low,
and it was a need, so I reaped so I'd sow.
Later, on, I met Chris at the cafe,
it was so crowded, we didn't stay.
He wanted to go to a restaurant,
getting dinner was kind of his want.
We went to Lucky Platter, for good food,
But thanksgiving leftovers let me brood.
I didn't want to spend, but it was worth it,
the food was great, and I didn't deserve it.
We then went back to the art store for more,
I got 20 percent off a pencil I adore.
Off to the skokie library I went,
I lost the pencil by accident.
It fell out of a hole in my bag,
When I found out, it sure was a drag.
I got home and discovered the loss,
called the art store to talk to the boss.
I asked if i could replace the item with my reciept,
she said, "mention my name, they'll replace it for free."
So that night I bragged about the store,
planning on bringing them business, much more.
I went in confidenty to replace with no price,
but the manager on duty said, "No dice."
I ended up buying the same product twice,
and suddenly, I wasn't feeling so nice!
I walked down the street like an angry guy,
I went to the library, wondering why?
I saw an ad for a Chicago Tribune
journalist speaking, coming up soon.
He wrote a book on poverty,
And how this country can break free.
I wrote the information down,
And planned to be there, and stick around.
then I went to the restroom below,
a homeless man was in there, nowhere to go,
his shoes and jacket were on the ground,
mumbling to himself, came out sounds,
"Everybody's got insurance but me,"
A perfect example of poverty.
So what do I have to be grateful for?
What I have, I shouldn't want more.
All blessings come from the great creator,
and he saves the best for much, much later!

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