Behold the mighty ego on two feet,
Whose brain is missing, though the suit is neat.
They walk around like kings of empty space,
With pride and panic painted on their face.
They talk for hours and say nothing new,
A one-person trash heap leaking out on cue.
Their grand ideas are small, absurd, and old,
Like yesterday’s stale soup left in the cold.
They open up their mouth to spin a tale,
Of how they fought a shark and rode a whale.
A walking billboard for a cheap brand name,
Where every minor errand wins them fame.
They brag of wealth they simply do not own,
And broadcast status from a cracked cell phone.
The room falls flat, the yawns begin to spread,
While they crown themselves inside their head.
They climb a molehill, screaming it’s Everest,
Convincing no one that they are the best.
A golden trophy made of painted tin,
All empty echo from their throat within.
Capricious laughter’s an aphrodisiac,
always carried on the wind euphoria;
Prepare to fumble free fall and level up,
really what is it you want to master?
I will show you Capricorn confetti,
colors that paint a disciplined maniac;
Ordinary isn’t enough I want El Dorado,
riches and brand name rags go together;
No ceiling exists on this type of ambition;
Easy for them to talk but I get it done,
now ask me again if I live to have fun;
Every day is a reason for an adventure,
ready set let’s ride a little bit faster;
Go hard on everything or keep it moving,
you can ride with me if you dig debauchery.
Two toddlers laughing and playing in the sand with balls and toys.
Their sweet friendly nature, being together, each one enjoys.
As the two friends grew and are now all of seven,
One’s parents are loving, the others are in heaven.
One has pretty clothes and views the world with delight.
One yearns for kind words and a hug at night.
Life goes by and now the two are turning eight,
Watching for someone to love her, one child will wait.
Music and dancing and parties are all part of life for one.
One is lucky to be an orphan when all is said and done.
For her life could have been worse with an addicted mother.
But its outings and dolls and making a fairy garden for the other.
Life mooches on now they are ten, life is glitter and ballet shoes,
Or its second-hand clothes and pre-loved toys to amuse.
Wonder there is now, being a teen, with jewelry and brand name jeans.
For some that is, and for others, growing up fast is what it means.
One looks forward to prom dresses, friends and dates with boys.
The other looks back to playing in the sand, laughing with balls and toys.
I don’t dislike my enemy, that word won’t justice serve,
I loathe, despise, I can’t abide…these terms he does deserve.
I’ll try to be the better man, to say “live and let live”,
To let bygones be bygones to, if not forget, forgive.
To that end I’ll wish on him, on that hellspawn of a man,
Sincerest hopes that he may spend a long life in the can.
May he be blessed with progeny whose feelings rival mine,
May he enjoy th’experience of punishment divine.
May he succeed with partners who have many STDs,
May he have brand-name garments ridden through with ticks and fleas.
I pray his every asset be seized by the IRS…
That he finds courage and the balls to all his crimes confess.
I wish him every happiness reserved for such damned souls,
I hope th’inferno keeps him warm and toasty on its coals.
I guess perhaps I’m not yet primed t'forgive my enemy,
It may be when his body’s cold that hate will die…we’ll see.
In 1958 we saw the end of an era.
Mused the Curtiss Wright scholar.
he told a crowd of people
that an America that didn't
trust in the newness of creativity
would see a day were only exterior machines
would be looked at as something American enough
to be bought. Standing on the Promises of Yesteryear he
saw using the brands of yesteryear as the way to
move America forward.
He talked of reinventing the way we travel.
By moving the design forward
and never looking back.
Not using the samples of yesterday: but
creating new product under a Brand Name recogniable
enough to create family oriented appeal to modern auto's..
Bringing people together in the ailenment of futuristic design.
Creating quality Auto's and Luxury Products
were people from all ages could be proud to spend and buy.
The aquistion of Parkard motor Company:
to create from the sketch pad, a product
that would rival all companies. Building both
handcrafted timepeices
and the manufacturing of
products that would set the standard for quality
across the globe. He ended his speech
saying" Packard: where have you Been!"
Elf liked the idea of stringing up a bunch of white icicle lights
Because the winter’s snows were not coming fast enough
He went to the store and looked at the rows with delight.
Brought them home, and hung them up, with gloves all rough.
The rest of the neighbors asked where he bought them.
He gave them the name of the stores, and the brand name of Rim.
They all raced to the store and bought themselves lights too.
Entire neighborhood was deliciously beautiful when they were through.
In church, kneel down, stand up, give the priest room.
Week to week, “fruit of the vine,” his voice booms.
Mistake a doozy.
Priest’s a bit woozy.
Proclaims from the pulpit, “fruit of the loom.”
10/10/2020
*Unmentionables - another name for men’s underwear
**Fruit of the Loom - Brand name of underwear
***True story!
DRYERS ROCKY ROAD FLAVOR IS UNAVAILABLE
MOM BOUGHT “SUNNY-SODE FARM PREMIUM CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER ICE CREAM INSTEAD
ITS CPLOR IS BROWN FOR BOTH
LONG FOR ICE CREAM-ITS TASTE IS AMAZINGLY DELICIOUS
PASSION FOR ICE CREAM
HAD SORBET MANGO ICE CREAM BEFORE
DID NOT ENJOY ITS SOURNESS
MOM BOUGHT 2 MANGO FLAVORS WHERE 1 IS WITH CASHEWS
BRAND NAME IS MAGNOLIA-PHILIPPINE BRAND
PASSION FOR ICE CREAM
OH! ITS COLD HERE ALRIGHT
DID NOT HEED OR MIND
THE LOVE FOR ICE CREAM SHIMMERS
NOT CARE FOR ITS FLAVOR
PASSION FOR ICE CREAM
The statement that stands
upon an amputated narrative
A brand name theory
that sells more than generic truth
Written histories more legendary than the commonplace occurrences they are derived from
Epiphanies of egregious behavior
attributable to the highly revered
A parallel universe where scoundrels
are no longer hidden under layers of
conveniently contrived heroism and courage
Exposed and repulsive, covered in the blood
of centuries of redacted hypocrisy
Twenty-one pairs of blue jeans
Teenage girls twirl and preen
A place to them forever dear
Grandma is parked on bench so near
This store pays rent in a high priced mall
Clothing prices are kind of steep and tall
Not the jazziest clothes I have seen
Frankly none of them to me are keen
Do not know where you have been
But these clothes are not a ten
Some of the blouses are way too sheer
Showing too much skin is totally clear.
Granddaughter tries on a pile of stuff
She looks adorable in jeans with cuff
The prices here are way out of line
But she thinks this stuff is real fine.
Why do children want to wear brand name?
Is being invisible their end game?
Fashion today makes my heart and eyes tear
Where is silk, satin and pretty cashmere?
i express my love
rigor mortisly
ah the little
death
except mine for
me for you is
completely
deadly
i have a toe
tag with
more
then
John Doe
Dear John
or John Deere
which is actually
the brand name
of the backhoe i use
to dig my own grave over
and
over
and over
again and
again
Plaid pillowcases, paisley sheets, polka dotted comforter,
The brand name designers can throw this together
And everyone oohs and ah’s and acts like
They have never before seen
anything this marvelous
And never will again.
When we try to do it,
People laugh.
Behind our backs
After they leave
Unless they are
Relatives…
They laugh
Immediately
Loudly and rudely.
½ cup sass
1 tbsp eye roll
2 cups suprirotive
1 cup white privilege
½ tsp rudeness
1 brand new car, softened
5 oz brand name clothing
A dash of allof, to taste
Add all ingredients together, while whisking in misinformed news media. Mix thoroughly for pretentious.
This timid man Mr. Brown
lived in a small town,
except for noontime beer
nothing else did he care.
After ten long years
he got bored with beers
because for a real booze
he didn’t have much to choose.
So one sunny Sunday
he went to the city not far away,
and searched a bar
in a dark alley corner.
The barman asked “what would you have?”
He timidly said “give something strong, I’m brave”.
“You try the brown Old Monk*,
with one shot it’d make your head honk”.
If monks shoot drinks Mr. Brown had no clue
but he said “yes, I’d try something new”.
The glass of rum shot two pegs in his head,
Mr. Brown forgot what the barman had said.
October 14, 2018
(*Old Monk is a brand name of rum)
Her name is on the internet,
It’s now a brand to own,
And she lets the thousands judge her life,
When they watch her on a phone.
You see, her name became a trademark,
For a life behind a screen,
And gone are the days before the web,
Before she became a teen,
Gone are all those carefree times,
When she’d sleep all night in bed,
Gone are her honest looks,
Before it mattered what people said,
She now just poses throughout each day,
Like she’s living on a stage,
Where she feels the need to post her pics,
On her Facebook page.
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