Taste the Ooze
Speaking perfectly clear,
let’s be Frank:
Put the Zappa down —
Don’t even remotely think
about changing the subject
Swapping, swabbing another
into your wax-filled ears
Why does your sleep-glazed eyes
love to eat the sliming ooze
coming from those iridescent screens?
Giving you doughnut hole imaginings,
turning your brain into Jell-o jelly ooze
Propaganda bottled subliminal messages,
you guzzle every addled ad pitch drop
of this electromagnetic booze
And your blank mind
love every sound-byte swig
of the unfiltered, intoxicating ooze
You breath, eat and drink
the mind-numbing slather
of the fear-foaming blather
osmotically oozing
from the nacreous screens
Narcotic mother’s milk
given freely
to the baby innocence robbed zombies
Daily tabloid bread,
of which you love to be fetishly fed
Water from the gossip well,
every peek-and-tell,
your teased tongue love to swallow whole —
corrupting your voyeuristic soul
Frankly speaking,
the last zapped transmission,
no doubt,
will be to you zero suspicious
So oozing Oz,
slimy wizardry deadly delicious
This poem is a tribute to the brilliant music poet Frank Zappa.
A poetic offspring of the song, "I'm the Slime."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRnNDkHb0MU
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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