Your golden calf
speaks artfully in my ear
marketing its millions of worshipers-
whispers of temptation to be like you-
If all life produces are idolators
from the gold calves they adore,
where are its gardeners
its realtors
its nourishers
its doctors
its listeners
its philosophers
it cleaners
its mothers
its fathers?
These are the pillars of society.
Remember this
and don't feel ashamed of who you were meant to be.
We all have a part to play on this sea of glass
and rocky debris
It's the marketers in the room
Who must be in a state
We have a wine with a name
Impossible to articulate
There are basic rules to obey
When creating a brand
Simple, one or two syllables
Easy to remember and understand
Google, Lego, Cotton-On
Whatsapp, DHL, Bard
Nerf, Typo, and Shell
They work, cos they're not that hard
And the winemaker’s with us tonight
Brad, with his entourage
Will he agree with this assessment?
Or insist it's sabotage!
Bit-and-for-wag-thing
Brute-and-formatage
I've been practising all week
And the correct pronunciation is still at large
However, let me tell you one thing
That's not easily found today
When you've got a perfect product
Marketing becomes child's play
You can call it what you want,
You can dress it up as a clown
When your wine's as good as Brad's
You get to wear the golden crown
So please, enjoy tonight
Taste and savour every option
Because it's always an unforgettable evening
When you're drinking Buitenverwachting
Disneyland was a successful venture in California.
There were hopes of building a bigger park in Florida.
The man with the plan was none other than Walt Disney.
It's too bad he didn't live to see his dream become reality.
Will do whatever you want me to do
Give me the word.
I would die for you here and now
Give me the word and I’ll take my life.
I will take your kids to the park or the weird ass zoo
I will walk the walk I will talk the walk
As long as I can be with you.
I got you the moon
Next I’ll get you
Every star above
Whatever you need
Whatever you want
To make you well again
I believe in the magic
Of nighttime glitter
I know there’s a cure
In the sprinkles of moondust
The stars above hold powers
A most precious antidote
Revealing healing secrets
Most sacred of white magic
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on February 22, 2020 for contest PICTURE PROMPT sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 3RD
Flower Power Take a shower Paid by the hour Sweet and Sour
You know what I want God
So you have it
I will not think about it any more
I just let you have it
There is no point of me being obsessed about it
It just bothers me every time
I think about it
So whatever God
You just do whatever you want to do
I will let you do it
It’s out of my hand
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