The Dickens with dickens

HOLIDAZE

Parking lot drama

fighting over space

Hurry scurry through the door

they run at a mad pace

holiday sales, blue light specials

Black Friday,

discounted red coupons

Marketed by color

we're in the red

we want the black

and Santa wears those

colors...?

red light, green light

more like yellow

why, why

 rush in, race to find

bargains

run to check out

then 

 near the exit

let's go, let's move and 

at the final 

 electronic doors

they turn into rusty robots

their butts stick out, arms

lean forward, they tilt

they text and stop right after they

get out of the last door.

like a funeral 

procession

moving slow, then stop

traffic jam 

why

hey what's the hold up

the funeral was back at the register

c'mon

now 

let's move

move along

there is nothing to see

here