Vagabond crowd that is seething with hate,
Anarchists lacking decorum and couth.
Nasty vindictiveness will not abate,
Driven, relentless, both adults and youth.
Enmity grows as they jostle and shove,
Madness spreads swiftly, the weak are drawn in.
Outrages frowned on by those up above,
None shall escape consequence of this sin.
I can't abide by these unruly scenes,
Anarchy reigns where the greedy all meet.
No one can claim not to know what this means,
Infamous mayhem, blood flows on the street.
So it is time that we ended this pain—
Make a note: don't shop Black Friday again!
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Author Notes
Today's word: vandemonianism (n.) rowdy, unmannerly behaviour.
Black Friday has never been a "thing" in this country, until this year. We have always traditionally had "Boxing Day" sales, which are held December 26th. Apparently this isn't enough, and we must follow the US in this extra day of madness, as we seem to do in everything else.
Please don't complain about the fact that this poem isn't broken into "stanzas" - if you can't follow 14 consecutive lines, feel free to hit "skip".
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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