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deadbeat. dead weight. static on the screen channel change- buy your happiness for three easy payments of $19.99
Monster Alexis Beyers There was a monster starving within, never satisfied with what I gave to him.
Assembly line world Green paper conveyor belt Only love escapes
As quandary augments to this degenerative generation, vacant bodies absent mindedly exhibit semblance during temporal entropy.
I am blinded by light Flashing, flashing, flashing The images blur together Aggressively telling me Buy MAC Buy COACH Call 1-800-GET-THIN Blinking Flashing Blinking Flashing
Hey, This is a poem about the media and advertising, and how it has an impact on us. Enjoy! Feedback welcome. Cheers, David
everybody clap your hands
The Conversation I Will Have With My 8 year-old Son
notorious for advertising secret eyes hide behind corporate lies, trademark mind trust in me & faith you'll find silky smooth, underhand politely rude fashion sense
I really don't get the point of a lot of different things Like how comfy is that couch? Can you measure the level of comfort in that couch sir? No, because everyone has different ideas on what is comfort.
We got on at Dempster
Manhattan, bombard me with your flashy signs and electronic bilboards Cover the blue sky with your advertisements and logos Im getting more excited by the second The blood is pumping through my body
We survive in a world of consumption No compassion for the surrounding How can we agree that we even live
there were pretty daises but the lights are all gone the sun’s on vacation the stars have seen a galaxy far more beautiful than ours they’ve gone on a journey the light bulbs have burst
I saw a commercial the other day but I don't know what it was selling A woman wearing nothing slid down the hood of a car
In a mad rush of confusion they hide away In a simulation of warmth and safety they hide away The thoughts inside me weep with frustration and hide away because there is no way to sort them out today.
Fluorescence Censorship vacation from conscience Forgettable destruction we live infinitely No essence on an island of plastic Living through dead matter searching for enchantment Love is fleeting, we buy more
someone punctured the atmosphere’s lung you know what came out? the stench of scorched hot dogs
"Two roads diverged in a yellow road." That is, until that wood became another metropolis printed in bold on the United States map population, unknown. If this is a dog-eat-dog world,
2013 I graduated High School, Never had it hit that I had to be cool, Just to be simply true, Live truth, Spread some good moods, Accept my wins and when I lose, Love as my main tool,
(poems go here) We treat them like holiday shrines. Decorate with sentiment, place gifts at their feet, then throw them out when the seasons change. What a waste; shows how the human has become all garnish, no substance.
I want to be barefoot. I want to leave my shoes behind. I want to feel the gravel, touch the squish in the tar, feel the temperature amplified on concrete