The sneakers, on the wall arrayed
With heightened soles, make me afraid
They won’t be comfortable at all
Or worse, they might just make me fall.
When styles appear that seem improved
And expectations might have moved,
The target audience is young,
Which I do not belong among.
Nobody cares what I might buy
And thus, that is the reason why
When searching for a brand-new shoe,
I’ll focus on the tried and true.
There are strange words in Bangla,
with the most efficient implied latency.
I decided.
And, the moment assured me that
I had the
last member of my target audience,
an estranged, tired and vulnerable soul,
Too deplorable to call the experiment too long.
And it is a similar word as English resonated
when she declares , in words like
"In a fix",
or "Dumb-struck",
Or even
"Permanent settlement",
Is it collapse?
The answer key can be
In a maybe
Or perhaps,
Clueless
in the stubbornest
"As soon as possible ",
As a life can afford.
No rhyme or reason, this prolific verse
Comes flooding forth, least none can be explained
By blows to head, nor tumor sprouted, worse,
No courses in linguistics entertained.
Commencing with a rather simple dare
To cut the snark, to soften it with rhyme,
Yet in the midst, longing discovered there,
With lilting phrase, to scale the sweet sublime.
The recent shift in target audience,
to Bible tales for precious progeny,
Left higher forms arrested in suspense,
And made it crystal clear for eyes to see;
Though unbeknownst, forsythian sprang the muse,
Of late, I fear I channel Doctor Seuss.
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I think this was one of my first, back in '15 or so... At this point, I have no idea where 'forsythian' comes from, other than it is a prolific, flowering plant possessed of the proper number of syllables, lol.
Underwear to hold your leaks,
Meds with crazy names -
These are products touted
As I watch the Aussie games.
Homeowners’ insurance,
Make-up, cool expensive cars
Advertised between the sets
Of vaccinated stars.
Scenes of lovely Melbourne
By commercial crews they’ve hired
Hoping that some tourists
Will be well-enough inspired.
Since I can’t fast-forward,
Every ad I’m forced to see,
Although the target audience
Is certainly not me.
I'm enjoying your theatrics
How you fake it with such flair
Pretend that don't see me
Act like I'm not there
I hear your cackling giggle
With exaggerated smile
A show of pure contentment
Play acting all the while.
I'm not your target audience
Don't buy your reverie
I feel your eyes across the room
Burning, watching me
I know that you're aching
Choking with desire
Dreaming of my mouth, my touch
Your body is on fire
I'm afraid you're breaking character
Lusting into rage
You shake and sweat from passion
Time to leave the stage
You wanted this remember?
You needed to be free
Had to view your options
You'd be settling with me
So continue with your monologue
You're quite the one man show
You're convincing everyone but me
I see you and I know
blood on one hand
pussy in the other
world peace in the air
target audience
Here’s my poem for your perusal,
Though I’ll not grand first refusal.
It’s your privilege to reject it,
But I’ll not let you correct it.
Words transmitted to the page
I have no way to judge or gauge
If others deem a worthwhile read;
Despite that fact, I must proceed.
My target audience, you see,
Consists of no one else but me.
I love when friends or strangers read it;
It feels great, but I don’t need it.
Some would claim such self-expression’s
Nothing more than pure obsession.
Though there’s truth within that statement,
Don’t expect a poem abatement!
Scene 1 act 1
no other scene thus far
the game of making one's life unfair
studied and carried out
like a metaphorical game of baseball
Batter up actor
the bases of society still remain unrealised
base to base a manupulation of logic
creating fear driven gullible fools
If it doesn't make sense it's not true
and in this scientific psychological religious nightmare
several actors, performing in a few secret locations
for a target audience who remains absolutely clueless
as something not real becomes and seems more real
psychologicaly manipulating society with the emotional blackmail
of several different temptations
a roller coaster ride
impossible to win
and when you realise how
the blame game begins
and leaves you the enemy of the state
Learning to see through the lie
learning to slide home
with simple rules we never forget
to keep it simple
and allow the nonsense to make sense
like a theme park of line ups
of never ending tourists
that never make it home
when you marble my spoons man
the porcupine becomes a pancake
the act of repeating your backwards logic
on stages for your target audiences
more gullible than you could ever expect
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