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oh man, abba is like prog rock made simple; and there's so much cheese too... i could start a factory producing edible shoe laces - but then the hot flush butterfly of puffed up cheeks of smiling... and what, today's hit single will not get the same treatment? we don't remember cavemen and dinosaurs these days, we're stuck remembering the 20th century, as the fashion industry makes a testament of on a catwalk of designing a wardrobe no one would wear... art-house tedium with skeletons in an open closet... they mind the logos, so people say Versace! Dolce & Gabbana! they really look out for those signature stilettos and handbags... the poor ***** just get the logo printed on their shirts so people can learn reading once more, gimme gimme sweden's weather at midnight so i can chase those Nike blues away... the new signature of the illiterate, once the X, now the tick; tick tick tick... clocking into a system of being educated to decipher a - z like a cabdriver, then pulverised by images to buy spend buy and become dyslexic when oiled up ***** **** became a slogan of trademark & copyright of a certain style of writing C in cocks-in-cockle-doodle; cola.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
abba and prog rock
oh man, abba is like prog rock made simple; and there's so much cheese too... i could start a factory producing edible shoe laces - but then the hot flush butterfly of puffed up cheeks of smiling... and what, today's hit single will not get the same treatment? we don't remember cavemen and dinosaurs these days, we're stuck remembering the 20th century, as the fashion industry makes a testament of on a catwalk of designing a wardrobe no one would wear... art-house tedium with skeletons in an open closet... they mind the logos, so people say Versace! Dolce & Gabbana! they really look out for those signature stilettos and handbags... the poor ***** just get the logo printed on their shirts so people can learn reading once more, gimme gimme sweden's weather at midnight so i can chase those Nike blues away... the new signature of the illiterate, once the X, now the tick; tick tick tick... clocking into a system of being educated to decipher a - z like a cabdriver, then pulverised by images to buy spend buy and become dyslexic when oiled up ***** **** became a slogan of trademark & copyright of a certain style of writing C in cocks-in-cockle-doodle; cola.
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