All of my targeted ads remember
that we wanted to go to Iceland
to see the Aurora Borealis,
and they bombard me relentlessly
as if marketing in memories.
This instance is not unique.
no matter how many buttons I push
in attempts to subdue
these bright incursions,
I can't mute you completely.
Advertise my soul,
capitalise from my sins.
Dig the earth for coal,
a market built for kings.
Suppress for your control,
fill your life with things.
Abolition of self-control,
a life attached to strings.
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making a killing
Welcome to Ad Corp.
We **** your souls out for cash.
Ad Corp: “We’re evil!”
As soon as you make something seem terrible,
Someone could be using that very something in a good way,
but as soon as someone comes up with a bad way it could be used,
that thing becomes tainted by thought.
Those people ignore the good in that thing,
and imagine a bad future with it,
creating a taboo that is almost inescapable.
Our thoughts create our future.
Give things a chance.
The future is in our hands.
It is also in the hands of bad people.
We must coexist and cease blame on things.
Fall of Leaves
Spring in Rain
Winter as Mood
Summer the Day
I can write like Don DeLillo in Americana.
I'll show you your personal Patrick Bateman. How childish Palahniuk is. I'll show you advertising matters. Brands. My brands. Shinola. Dire Straights. Colour TVs. Refrigerators. Blisters on your thumb.
I'll show you my shoes, this shirt. These pants. My hair.
Fist over knife. Forks over food. Jerking off into a wishing well with next month's bonus.
I'll show you when enough is enough. I'll show you what it means to be hungry. Thirst. Blood. Sweat.
I'll give you an idea and take it out of reach.
I'll find your consumer segment. I'll find your scalpel too. I'll show you who you should really be.
I'm trying to focus
On subtle ****** propriety,
While having to resist
Challenges to paternity,
Questioning my certainty,
Seeding suggestions of ****** flaccidity.
And all I want
is to *** with credibility.
Five 7s are 35
Six 7s are 42
Seven 7s are 49
Eight 7s are.....
Why do service areas post such unsettling adverts about ****** disfunction and paternity tests above the urinals?