Adult Swim, in 289 SyllablesA Poem by Kenneth The PoetMore haiku-squared.
The immature male,
the target demographic for the mad men now. Flashy anime and toilet humor are the attention grabbers. The bullhorn blasts off that second to last Sunday in the peaceful times. All the children are told to exit the cool, blue waters, the short term. Tito Puente was remixed by a devil constructed from dust. Mambo Gallego decoded into sonic promise, a sweet feast! All the while swimmers are acting out tea parties in their golden years. But the elderly citizens are not the ones viewing the programs. It’s Joe Drunk in the dorm room and the immature husband late at night. Yet, children are smart enough to understand the TV Guide Channel. Three, two, one and the brass section invokes the antics of Spiegel. Spike Spiegel and the crew of the Cowboy Bebop, and all of the rest. From Family Guy to Trigun and Fullmetal Alchemist, onward. Onward and upward, the formats switched over the ten years of life. From animation to stop-motion, live action of the lowbrow kind. Keeping male children awake is the mission of the Adult Swim block. And we play along because we are slaves to our own stupidity. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on May 21, 2011 Last Updated on May 21, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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