Shrink-wrapA Poem by Saint No-OneI am a product, Yes, A product. Pretty, color, gloss packaging.
Swish and swagger, Special review pressing, Signed, sealed, Pay-no-more-than-five-dollars stamp On my cover.
I am re-sealed, Recycled, Corrugated cool,
A synthesis of style And sensibilities not my own. A myopic muddle of metaphors, Meticulously swindled.
I am television reruns. Jokes you've heard before. Hang me on the neon cross of your idols, Crucify me before your media gods.
Run me through an electro-encephalogram, Simply to read a mile long reference sheet.
I am your four-chord repetition. I am your legion of rabid, screaming, Fifteen year old, stalker fans.
I am your lyrical vomit. I am a prophet. Of prophesy, prophesied before.
I am a product. My packaging is bright, and neon and clean.
I am a product. I am soul-less. I am your American Dream. © 2013 Saint No-One |
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2 Reviews Added on August 18, 2013 Last Updated on August 18, 2013 Tags: product, comecialism, consumerism, america, capitalist AuthorSaint No-OneMadera, CAAboutI am an artist, but my mind doesn't work the way I want it to. One day I'll be, washing myself with handsoap in a public bathroom, thinking how did I get here? Where the hell am I? more..Writing
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