consumerism
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crossing from
the park
to the bank,
stepping over the remains of a grackle
on the grass
that glides
into the sidewalk
and
suddenly
dissolves
at the verge
deadbeat.
dead weight.
static on the screen
channel change-
buy your happiness
for three easy payments
of $19.99
Monster
Alexis Beyers
There was a monster starving within,
never satisfied with what I gave to him.
As quandary augments to this degenerative generation, vacant bodies absent mindedly exhibit semblance during temporal entropy.
I am blinded by light
Flashing, flashing, flashing
The images blur together
Aggressively telling me
Buy MAC
Buy COACH
Call 1-800-GET-THIN
Blinking
Flashing
Blinking
Flashing
Hey,
This is a poem about the media and advertising, and how it has an impact on us.
Enjoy! Feedback welcome.
Cheers,
David
The Conversation I Will Have With My 8 year-old Son
notorious for advertising
secret eyes hide behind
corporate lies, trademark mind
trust in me & faith you'll find
silky smooth, underhand
politely rude fashion sense
I really don't get the point of a lot of different things
Like how comfy is that couch?
Can you measure the level of comfort in that couch sir?
No, because everyone has different ideas on what is comfort.
Manhattan, bombard me with your flashy signs and electronic bilboards
Cover the blue sky with your advertisements and logos
Im getting more excited by the second
The blood is pumping through my body
We survive in a world of consumption
No compassion for the surrounding
How can we agree that we even live
there were pretty daises
but the lights are all gone
the sun’s on vacation
the stars have seen a galaxy
far more beautiful than ours
they’ve gone on a journey
the light bulbs have burst
I saw a commercial the other day
but I don't know what it was selling
A woman wearing nothing slid
down
the
hood
of a
car
In a mad rush of confusion they hide away
In a simulation of warmth and safety they hide away
The thoughts inside me weep with frustration and hide away
because there is no way to sort them out today.
Fluorescence Censorship vacation from conscience
Forgettable destruction we live infinitely
No essence
on an island of plastic
Living through dead matter searching for enchantment
Love is fleeting, we buy more
someone
punctured the
atmosphere’s lung
you know what came out?
the stench of
scorched hot dogs
"Two roads diverged in a yellow road."
That is, until that wood became another metropolis
printed in bold on the United States map
population, unknown.
If this is a dog-eat-dog world,
2013 I graduated High School,
Never had it hit that I had to be cool,
Just to be simply true,
Live truth,
Spread some good moods,
Accept my wins and when I lose,
Love as my main tool,
(poems go here) We treat them like holiday shrines. Decorate with sentiment, place gifts at their feet, then throw them out when the seasons change. What a waste; shows how the human has become all garnish, no substance.
I want to be barefoot.
I want to leave my shoes behind.
I want to feel the gravel,
touch the squish in the tar,
feel the temperature amplified on concrete
