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Model Americans

The Commercial says:

 

Collect the whole set!

Buy Tommy Toddler™! –Now says 6 gibberish phrases!

Buy Hannah Housewife™! –Laundry basket and stove included!

Buy Stanley Stepdad™! –Comes with realistic child abusing action!

Buy Cole, the College Student™! –Life-like *** and beer ***** scent!

It says: Buy the whole family.

 

Batteries not rechargeable, but included. Residing inside.

No assembly required unless buying Ralph the Retired™ – in which case,

Go to the hospital and inquire, am I covered ?

Have I expired ?

 

At the store I’d, see them all sorted, and sordid, clumped in little bins. Together.

Sort of. See,

Lawyers, and scientists, and authors were all in higher priced bins.

I felt shorted.

A cheap skate like me couldn’t afford it, wait-

there are the janitors, soldiers, and waitresses, each only a quarter.

 

Somewhere in Taiwan, thin children wont to wanting,

Are making Model Americans.

Patching together assembly-line-lives, no breaks inbetween,

Workers named High School, College, and Career sew mini seams.

So many seem, to delight in dreaming the American Dream,

To leave earthly bodies and become pristine; little dolls.

Toys colored C.R.E.A.M.

 

“…and the home of the brave!” ?

maybe, home of the depraved.

Home of the pre-made, pre-packaged, and

Enslaved.

Displayed, in plastic tombs engraved. With phrases like:

Save! 50% off!

or perhaps it’s 50 stars off.

50 stars that are missin.

Cuz Old Glory sure looks like a **** question mark ( ?)

End transmission.

Restart television with Remote Control.

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Feb 24, 2012
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