AGE OF PLENTYA Poem by STRANDThe H.M.S. Kardashian is still sailing strong! It seems like just yesterday we were watching her "maiden voyage" with tears in our eyes. Where's a predator drone when you really need one?Sure, sure, sure… they’re shaped like humans " but don’t be fooled. Glory-hole heroes cum aristocracy. Undefeated records scrawled on bathroom stalls. Empty vessels Empty rituals Galas flowing seamlessly: glowing screen to glowing screen, and a language all their own: the unceasing popping of corks. While we’re making out with roadkill, raping the elderly " just to survive, they’re wiping each other’s mouths. While we’re eating the family pet, savoring dust particles, ignoring sores, they’re airbrushed, scrubbed, no seals clubbed. Sometimes you catch them grinning, just wide enough, then everything’s malformed ears and eyes askew. A generation congealed just for spectacle. Yes, yes, yes…I know it’s un-American, but I like to dream of burning yachts. Where the founding mothers of harlotry are digested, forgotten " finally offline. © 2013 STRAND |
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2 Reviews Added on November 26, 2012 Last Updated on January 13, 2013 Tags: poetry, Kardashian, plenty, glory-hole, cat videos, animal lovers, old people, Jakarta, Obama Author
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