Laissez Les Bon Temps Roullez. I let them roll for years until the night grabbed me by the throat. Now, I meditate and write. I was in a foul temper last week. To wit,
We're trying to get enough money to die.
I got fooled again by that painted harlot.
She's on every street corner.
Every church.
Every ecstatic potentiality.
This is the reality we adore.
The painted harlot.
So beautiful.
Such promise.
Sell your frying pan
With unfettered glee on TV.
And when 20 minutes of free enterprise
Concludes it's pitch.
Back to the news.
"22 DIE IN A BOWLING ALLEY."
Break for another commercial message
Painting a multicultural agape loving America.
Despite 10,000 Palestinian and Israeli children dead,
The teevee set sez we have nothing to dread.
The commercial tells the people why.
Why they are alive.
Is to buy.
Buy and die.
Buy and try
To make your religion
Give you a reason why.
From the pulpits universal
The message is the same.
The reason remains plain
Don't explain.
JUST BUY!
Buy Medicare Advantage ad nauseum.
Get lousy coverage and smile
With Broadway Joe or JFK or any of the hundred hucksters.
Who cares??
At least you bought it all.
Thousands of pitches every year pounding our brains, our souls through our hungry ears.
Whenever intelligence
Is used
To manipulate or persuade,
It is Artificial.
Like a knife with a dull blade.
Artificial Intelligence
Has been around
To drive an agenda,
To drive home an ill conceived point.
Now, to drive a car.
Artificial creates a star.
Artificial Intelligence brambles
Entangled, traps, deceives.
Creates an illusion
Of security.
Artifical Intelligence will save the day!
Increase profit margins,
Forcing all to pay.
Yes, the obsession with acquisition, methinks, is the root problem. The term "original sin" comes to mind. Our world is entrapped.
Laissez Les Bon Temps Roullez. I let them roll for years until the night grabbed me by the throat. Now, I meditate and write. I was in a foul temper last week. To wit,
We're trying to get enough money to die.
I got fooled again by that painted harlot.
She's on every street corner.
Every church.
Every ecstatic potentiality.
This is the reality we adore.
The painted harlot.
So beautiful.
Such promise.
Sell your frying pan
With unfettered glee on TV.
And when 20 minutes of free enterprise
Concludes it's pitch.
Back to the news.
"22 DIE IN A BOWLING ALLEY."
Break for another commercial message
Painting a multicultural agape loving America.
Despite 10,000 Palestinian and Israeli children dead,
The teevee set sez we have nothing to dread.
The commercial tells the people why.
Why they are alive.
Is to buy.
Buy and die.
Buy and try
To make your religion
Give you a reason why.
From the pulpits universal
The message is the same.
The reason remains plain
Don't explain.
JUST BUY!
Buy Medicare Advantage ad nauseum.
Get lousy coverage and smile
With Broadway Joe or JFK or any of the hundred hucksters.
Who cares??
At least you bought it all.
Thousands of pitches every year pounding our brains, our souls through our hungry ears.
Commercials are killing us !!
Then the TV news.
A platform to justify
That horrid greed.
The racket never ends,
Cacophony dissonance
Our macabre dance.
Buy. Buy. Buy some more.
Get enough money to buy.
The painted whore.
Dear Jeff
Beneath the veneer of promises lies an emptiness that demands reflection.
Your thoughtful work starts important conversations.
Thank you for sharing your gift.
Thank you, everyone, for the comments and love!
This just flows so rhythmically! Love it!
Love it, Bourbon Street, magnifique!
Pa de lieu rhone que nieu!