Myfacespacebook.com

Myfacespacebook.com

A Poem by Apparition
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description? is that like a prescription? where's my daily dose of brain soap?

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 Welcome to my-face-space-book, dot com

It's a social network created by so-called experts

The finest in brainwash scientists teamed up

A collaboration in emancipating humanity from itself

Green bucks, vanity in a nutshell

Just to feel the built in wallets in their butt's swell

Sometimes it makes my gut delve

But the thought stops it's lingering

When I start fingering my keyboard

This is better than an MTV brand sea-shore

Full of three-hundred and thirty-three w****s

times two

I can chat while getting my favorite corporation's logo tatooed

on my-face-space

The book fell of the ledge in to the flaming pit

How does literature cooked taste?

How's for a survey to find the answer?

Dan from Montana thinks it tastes like wal-mart cancer

Which, by the way, tastes delicious

Or so I'm told by Ex-Sex-Pistols bassist, Sid Vicious

But isn't he dead?

Of course, but his name-sake was bought  by Macky-Fred 

Or was it Freddy-Mac, Goldman and Sachs? 

My-face feels like it just got taxed for it's space

My face feels like it was attacked by a burning copy of The Grapes of Wrath

My, my... how it feels to be faceless

Lipless, tongue-less equals tasteless

Everything I held dear is make-shift

My-face-space-book, dot calm

Mind state;

raped and left for dead on the front lawn

 

 

 

© 2009 Apparition


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