21 posts tagged “people”
Talk to your doctor first, before you take the pills we’re trying to sell
Discontinue use if your kidneys twirl or explode
Talk to your doctor first, explore your options, then decide how you feel
Discontinue use if a whirlpool forms in your blood
Discontinue use if your bones begin to dissolve
Discontinue use if your lungs pop
Discontinue use if you find yourself in the grave
Discontinue use if your teeth droop
Talk to your doctor, but we’re hoping that survivors become live, healthy consumers
What if we fail to make this product shine? Its market-value will fall
How do you advertise a product when you legally must list each of its dangers?
Talk to your doctor first, before you take the pills we’re trying to sell
Service Providers are free to take back the services we fail to afford
Service Providers are free to charge the fees that they charge
Shareholders only invest in big, tough conglomerates that profit from greed
Service Providers can keep themselves attractive and large
Leave our apartment as dark and bare as the Paleolithic Era`s caves
Finally, at long last, I no longer care
Cyberspace isn`t a right for poverty-cases; ìt`s not like food or clothes
Privileges are not promised, not always there
This has been waiting to happen so long, I shouldn`t be as dumbly surprised
How we`ve had access at all is quite unlikely and strange
Service Providers are free to take back the services we fail to afford
Service Providers are free to charge the fees that they charge
Inside a public bathroom cubicle, just above the empty toilet-paper-dispenser, the grafitti reads as follows:
"LET'S USE OUR IMAGINASHUMS AND PWETEND THAT THERE IS TOILET PAPER HERE JUST BECUZ PWETEND IS FUN"
The sign floating in the toilet-bowl reads as follows:
"OUT OF ORDER"
The sign half-stuffed into the tampon-disposal-unit reads as follows:
"We at Merco take to heart every aspect of your experience as a valued customer in our store. If you find the maintenance of our public washroom facilities to be anything less than satisfactory, please notify any of our staff immediately. Thank you for shopping at Merco, and have a nice day."
The sign sticking out of the trash-cylinder reads as follows:
"AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY"
Walking from Marion Street to the Millennium Library and back
Daily routine of returning to the shelves and discovering a book
Living without the experiences others can recognize and share
Learning that nobody reads about the cares and concerns of the bizarre
Yeah, I’m still okay, for those of you who wonder how I am
Hard to entertain a readership addicted to the norm
Each day is a search for ways to entertain the easily-bored
Warm fuzzies are all that people want; whatever else is ignored
Leave me to live at a distance as remote and convenient as you like
Walking from Marion Street to the Millennium Library and back
Push a shopping-cart through the aisles of the Retail-Maze
Boxes, jars, and cans, grams and litres of wants and needs
Endless, grueling, soul-numbing task that my spouse enjoys
How I hate the grand scenic tour of competing brands
What a relief to finally haul the groceries home
Mention another “coupon” or “sale” to me, and I’ll scream
Has to be the most deathly-spiritless chore of chores
Push a shopping-cart through the aisles of the Retail-Maze
Those of you who ask, please know that yes, I am okay
Tolerating life’s butt-end by living day to day
Living in a iron-fist-minded world of gain and loss
Sharing with my spouse true love, surviving every curse
Silence is not necessarily a red alert
Sanity’s down-time is healthy in a world of clout
Difficult events take place; we slowly find our way
Those of you who ask, please know that yes, I am okay
Lift the world’s weight, drag it away, and thrust it over the edge
You do not need pressure from snobs who make assumptions and judge
Monday’s warm, soft quicksand of bed has tried to swallow you whole
Loud alarm clock blared, and you struggled up and answered its call
Take a few bites; brush your teeth and shower; get dressed
Rush and get stuck deep in morning traffic’s long wait
This routine keeps minds distracted, keeps our souls dead
Deaf-and-blind, pale zombies march to serve a numb god
Dare to leave the dirge of the forsaken
Sneak away; remember to be human
Dare to question everybody’s answer
Dare to probe the failure to discover
Dare to learn the secrets forgotten by strangers, friends and enemies
Dare to teach the secrets that everyone else has found mysterious
Dare to journey forth on a path that is barely even legible
Dare to journey forth on your own, and be barely even tangible
Someone is on the planet Earth loving you now, obscured by the a distance none can cross
Suicide is the only real failure, and inner-peace is the only real success
Tenderness and perspective keep life in the light, the ideobalm that cleanses fear
Touch me with a reminder, reach deep as you dare, and handle the cryptic self in here
Dare to reach deep into the murky septic-tank of the heart
Dare to find thick burdens of solid lead that sicken and hurt
Take the red pill; dare to begin the ontological search
Lift the world’s weight, drag it away, and thrust it over the edge
Help wanted, dead or alive; construction ahead
Rise, shine, and blossom for all you dream of inside
Flare up, and glow like a fireplace; beam like the sun
Fxxk shxt from enemies, friends, and strangers in pain
Rays of light and thought zip through the eyes of needles and hurricanes
Days and nights are gone; Time’s Chronojectile zooms with a ruthlessness
Choosers beg for big, fat gains, and lose their spirituality
Songs can open mouths; live life with no casino or lottery
Trailer-saints are starved by the greed of mansion-trash
Trailer-saints are people, whom snobs will never touch
Welfare-churches crumble within the market-state
Still, you must be strong, and endure the reign of shxt
No prayers or baptisms quench the thirst of the globe
Souls lost and found in the void continue to throb
This hiring-project is still in processing mode
Help wanted, dead or alive; construction ahead
Dollar-bills and coins enter and leave the wallets of enemies and friends
Mornings, afternoons, evenings, and weekends fill with reminders of your dreams
Demographics enjoy comforts that you are failing to endure
Now you wait for a last chance to remain as innocent and pure
Kings, queens, bishops, rooks, knights, and pawns rule the face of the Earth
Feet march, left and right, race against time, forgetting to breathe
Now you wait for more lessons in sharing everyone’s frivolous concerns
Dollar-bills and coins enter and leave the wallets of enemies and friends
After I took out the garbage, washed the dishes, and puked
Resting in bed was a healing-time, to pause and reflect
What are the blossoming-spirit’s needs we tend to ignore?
What are the pleasures that nurture more than surface-desire?
Mildew, bacteria, and humans live on the planet Earth
Speech is an auditory-vomit out of the human-mouth
So I reclined, and I pondered; then, I finally slept
After I took out the garbage, washed the dishes, and puked
