Sex Sells

A poem about American Media.

Concrete colored building depress me because they hinder the American Dream.

Concrete colored buildings block out the sun, while inside them the cold hearted scheme.

Propagandists form the Ads that make the children want.

Advertisers hide the message that in our dreams shall taunt.

Sex sells, so bare it all and the ideals of our nations youth will fall.

You want this. You need This. She suggests as she licks her lips.

A shot in her glass, and one hand on her hips.

All the cool kids are doing it, is basically what we see.

Day in. Day out. The only immunity is to not watch TV.

Parents! How could you let this happen? Your homes are being held captive.

And it's all because you couldn't flip it off. You wouldn't become more active.

 

So this is where our nation stands,

Drowning in the sea just like the media had planned.

Save yourself, and close you eyes.

Speak no evil. See no concrete. Hear no lies.

Reviews

[Looouise]

"Speak no evil. See no concrete. Hear no lies." - I really love those parting lines.

As I read the poem, it sounded as if the narrator was almost begging to make a difference, to alter the way the media sells things to the audience. But then those last two lines suggest that people should feign ignorance on the matter - if you can't see it, won't speak of it, won't listen to it, then that should be fine. But it's not quite drumming in the prior message. But I'll say those lines are pretty powerful.

Also, the title. 'Sex Sales,' I keep thinking it should be 'Sex Sells.' But that could possibly just be me.

However, I do like the concept of the poem. :] And you've written it quite well, definitely getting across a strong message. :]

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Seems like "sales" should be (sells) or else the line containing the phrase "sex sales" makes no sense. I like the idealism presented here.