In one corner of the globe
The terrorists enforce
Their monoculture of thought,
While we in the free west
Subjugate the wilderness
And extort only the soil.
In both, the species diminish
As control devours
The slightest difference
And allows only
The one persistent idea:
That diversity must perish.
Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016
All aboard
Shouts Santa’s
Tannoy’d voice
In scourge of jingled
Agro-vertisment:
The under thought
Merrily singing
– sell, sell, sell –
To the tinsel touched
Whose endorphin mush
Thinks
– buy, consume,
Oh hello hell of
Dis-con-tent-ments
Purchasing.
Halloween is barely
Rid its mask
Yet machinery
Is yanked to start:
The conveyer belt –
With only 41 shopping days
Panic due –
Has the duped
Of wanting wide
And kids enlisted eyes
Firmly in its
Gravitational yaw
And pull.
Oh Jesus
Kill me
With a plastic sword
Or heal me of time’s crucifixion,
For I fear
I will not last
This carol-blasted
Foe-fun benediction
Of warm sentiments
Twinkling and contrived,
Nor has my wallet
Felt so pauper-ly old.
Maybe someone
Will get me a new one
This season’s opportunity
To retail with impunity
And give it me
With a measure
Of layered guilt
Festively applied.
Merry Commercial Christmas everyone!
It’s barely but November time!
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
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