If Thanksgiving Wore Sweatpants

Today is Black Friday,

That grand shopping day

Where everything costs

What the white people pay.

You can buy all the things

That nobody bought

When the items were valued

As the resellers thought.

Your lunch will be yummy,

Just like last night’s dinner

And you give up your goal

Of ending the year thinner.

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