Black Friday Queueing Poem by Phil Soar

Does anybody like to queue, for anything they have to do
Does anybody care that it takes time
You're just standing in a row, with nowhere else to go
And get pushed around, it's almost like a crime

When black Friday comes around, almost everybody frowns
But still they join a queue that snakes along
And the thought you might get trampled, getting stuff you haven't sampled
Makes me think that all this queueing is just wrong