Best Mass Produced Poems

(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with...

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Living my life on the Dole*, 
Because my Mum told me so, 
Interview at ‘McDonalds’, but that Tyrant told me "No!", 
See, we're a family...

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Valentine, shmalentine
Chocolate adds to her behind
Sugar doesn't make her sweeter
It costs a fortune tryin' to feed 'er

Jewelry, shmewelry 
Better think twice
It's mass produced
And overpriced

Cupid, shmupid
You...

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The Industrial Revolution
where mass produced humans
were created to buy more products....

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Did your mother ever tell you,
Did you know?
(Some of us have a penchant for the inscrutable)
Did, your mother ever tell you
(These bonds are primordial and...

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The difference between bad-old-boy competitively evolving egg whites
and good-girl revolutionary just-us-yolks
is the difference between prophetic intent
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one...

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Reducing sauces is a clever act that is not predetermined

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice...

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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this...

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Nine times a fish tail is spun from thin yarn?

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice...

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I overinvested again...
The story of my life
Or so it seems
Overinvested

I've overinvested

In my dreams….
Thinking I’d reach the stars
When I can’t break through 
The atmosphere of my...

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Suppose we ran it by a friendly Martian
(I’d say “by Martial”, but he wouldn’t be gentle).
You crave Armani, Hugo Boss, Versacci and
that Hilfiger who’s naff,...

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Heredity
The lamp that hangs from the ceiling 
is made locally, one of a kind, and
it shines bright.
On the wall hangs its shadow, as shadows go...

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Sunshine grows men on ropes
Similar with metaphors and similes
And cold plastic smiles.
Slim, shiny, at first slimy, Then…
Then mass produced body index
Fat and hypertension deficit syndrome-o-matic.
Failure...

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I'm too able bodied to be this poor,
too intelligent to ignore, 
the establishment 
f$cking us over anymore. 
Why's the working class
the poorer class?
And who does...

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Envisions of a new world order
Have infected
My ideologies
Concerning political parties.

Apathetic to the suicide bomber
Clutching his holy scripture
As Jesus is turned
Into an aborted fetus.

Starving for liberation,
Feed...

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