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'***** 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 *****-in-cockle-doodle; cola.