Billboards

a less than perfect messiah talks a 
little nonsense out the side of his mouth.

" i was chosen at the wrong time"

 or so the sunburst washed sign read.

  so very tall and thin the prophets of 
propaganda who walk through the city 
with 
legs of aluminum and mouths of paper.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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January 6, 2012 at 1:45 PM
Interesting take on the billboard, thought provoking as well, they are the prophets of the mass media and the materialistic
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