To lines....

There's something about lines
that brokers such civil unrest
Just to be standing in one of them
brings out in people the very best

Observe on the day of shopping
People impatient to get inside
trampling all over one another
Things to hoard, unable to decide!

This behavior in times of prosperity
Imagine the state when times go sour
We become less of our former selves
morph into savages by the hour

Humans, but as beings disgusting
there's no accounting for our greed
We like to gloat over our possessions
even over things we no longer need

The End

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