Click
CLICK…
Turn on Channel four,
Sultry starlets on the screen
For lasting beauty- use Maybelline
For winning smiles-try new Dentyne.
Turn the dial once more…
Aging actors on the screen
“You have our lifetime guarantee.”
“So, call right now, the call is free.”
Forget about ratings, the real Nielsen scheme-
They sell us to death the American Dream.
It wheedles; it whines; it badgers; it yells;
With wit and without, just simply to sell:
Gold MasterCard, taste a smooth Nestle´ bar,
How you can remove every childhood scar;
Seek out your true mate, reduce mortgage rates,
You need a loan? You don’t have to wait!
Leaders and gutters, Parkay- not butter,
Send a bouquet and make her heart flutter;
Grow beautiful nails, yes, please save the whales
That actor! His movie! All the details!
One snug Sealy bed, now talk to the dead,
Moments that matter, use Closeup instead.
STOP! ENOUGH!
CLICK…
Much better than butter, smoother than cream,
Free from the jingles that drive me to scream.
Now I can take my time and pursue
A worthier past time than just watching you.
I can learn how to cook;
I can read a good book;
I can go out for a drive
So that I know I’m alive.
But the will to walk out and just leave you is weak,
So it surely can’t hurt to have one more peek.
CLICK…
Imagine me up there on the screen,
Ha! The fearless con man’s scene.
Selling bath oil or lotions,
Hawking health food and potions,
Hey, maybe even perpetual motion!
CLICK…
Hmmm, but, with a new hairdo, a smart pinstripe shirt
And the right camera angle, which sure wouldn’t hurt.
CLICK…
Good God! I would do it better than him.
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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