Short Marketed Poems
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Made for the healing of
maladies of the flesh.
May also help the mind.
Marketed by greedy
manufacturers who
maybe value dollars
more than human beings.
3/30/17
I wonder just when did I start to buy
All these lies they marketed under truths guise
How could they slander my innocent beauty
And make me feel like looking good was a duty!
7.08.2021
The zebra:
An optical illusion
That tricks your sight,
Not colour, not HD ready,
But just in black and white.
An African sales success,
Of great pride it’s the source,
Cleverly marketed as …
A bar-coded horse.
Yea baby! Spit on me!
Tell me how hot ignorance by masses turns you on
Talk dirty to me, vulgarity by race gets me wet with anxiety
Slap my butt, and remind me of just how much of a bottom feeder I really am
You make me so excited to see the new S&M
Sin & Money
Marketed by the Europeans, enhanced by the Americans
Come join my latex nightmares for erotica suffocation of morality!
in this world of fake things
Nothing is more fake
Than the food we eat
Most of the fake food crap we eat
Is nothing but chemicals
And flavorings
Added to a small amount
Of real food
All packaged and sold
And marketed
Scientifically designed to taste good
So we eat the poisoned food
And get sicker and sicker
While the food industry giants
Make obscene profits
Selling us poison
Poison to your lips
Marketed as a choice
Whilst they monetize free will
They claims to numb the pain
but it just delays the agony
No one want to kiss the decade lips
Or touch the smoke ridden fingers
Inhale the smoke
Exhale your future
The posion spreads to those around you
Addicted to the feeling
Stuck with the consequences
cough up the black tar of yesterday
Sacrifice your tomorrow
Want to cancel your student loan debt?
Sixth call about it this week.
If I had an outstanding student loan
it would be fifty years old by now.
I read their texts and roll my eyes.
The next text comes in.
Want to add two inches to your willy?
If I did it would be a whopping two inches.
A happy jazzy song about tampons shouts at me from the TV.
Please take me back to the olden days, the fifties and sixties.
When none of this stuff was marketed on TV or on a telephone.