Amazon

(In Honor of the Shopping Season)

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Card of credit at the ready

Easy chair and light down low

Just the thought has got me heady

Captivated by the glow

From the tablet on my lap

Pulls me in like tractor beam

O, the buttons I will tap

While, sits melting, my ice cream

Reading customer reviews

All eight hundred and eleven

There’s no time for headline news

Here in cyber-shopper heaven

I could work and save up money

Take a trip to the Bahamas

But my eyes can’t handle sunny

And I do best in pajamas

You can call me unproductive

Yet I’ve got it all in gear

There’s this freakishly seductive

Siren song inside my ear

It says “customers also bought”

I’m a moth drawn to the flame

There’s no way to not get caught

And the website is to blame

So, half past late and still I stare

With bleary eyes and mind in lull

Did I even comb my hair

At least the shopping cart is full.

© Weylan Deaver