#product
In the boastful, casual manner you portray,
You betray your actual lack of ruthlessness.
The act is a fun game,
But the consequences are heavy.
If no one buys what you're selling,
Suffice to say you're starving.
If it causes greater harm or grief,
Suffice to say you're swinging.
For others yet are playing,
But play not.
For behind many faces hide wide smiles,
By many frames are different the pictures.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC
Imagine if you could sense
Where a loved one was
Or even when a loved one was in distress From far, far away!
But then I thought to myself
How would technology
Ever stand a chance to climb
To sore into
Enlightenment!
And so I pulled my product off the shelf
And destroy the patent
It’s good thing Procter & Gamble
Didn’t get their hands on that one.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 6:06 AM UTC
Going between devices
moving back and forth
to get this done,
shifting device to device,
to draw you digitally
and paint you physically.
Now leading to a
speculation,
to make it flow
from one device to next.
to make our extended
product risk scoring.
© Feelings Coated
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC
Nothingness is without claim to a product. That product, being a flesh-eating desire of nothingness. How does that truly define what nothingness with a claim is about? Simple. It eats the nothingness from right out of your very claims. Tempting you to feel the flesh-eating desire of nothingness claims take variety in its own product. Giving you the desire to take effect against the primate that localizes themselves against the nothingness with a claim. A product to fashion itself full of thirsty varieties. A deep contemplating resolution to how one gently caresses there very essence into the nothingness. Claiming there very rights to its own product. How does two rights to a claim, maximize a product? The flesh-eating product of nothingness becomes dreadfully thirsty for those varieties belonging to the primate stepping into unknown territory. The flesh-eating nothingness begins to dissolve the essence of that primate altogether. Going easy as not to strain its own consumption. Or is it just desiring the inevitability of a never-ending claim to thirsty varieties? The primate’s essence filled to the brim with its product, is equalizing the claim of itself into the nothingness’s claim of flesh-eating symptoms. What happens when it’s had its fill? It’s a flesh-eating nothingness, right? What do you think it’s going to do…? Paint pictures of wanting to do something, even thou it could very well strain its own focus in the moment of doubt. No! It’s far older than some primate losing itself one consumable bite at any given time. Losing yourself one focal point at a time. Never knowing what the claim of nothingness could really amount to! Or what the product of flesh-eating gives when consuming you whole!
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
Where was I before my Birth
Who brought me? In this life
Some say My Parents
Gave me my Life
I think they only Ate
The Forbidden Apple
They just performed their basic Karma
And received me as a gifted Product
I was shipped without any User Manual
And without any Standard Operating Procedure
My parents worked round the clock
Gone through all the other manuals
At last they applied their mind
And prepared their own Manual
They also defined their own
Standard Operating Procedure
And I was handled and serviced
As per their Manual and SOP
Now I think, I am grown up now
But the question still remains as it was
Are we all only Products?
If Yes, Who Manufactured Us?
Where are the Original User Manuals?
Where are the Technical Manuals?
Where is the Standard Operating Procedure?
Why I was shipped to this mother Earth?
Some of my friends suggested a simple answer
'God made us and You too. But you are moron'
This answer posed other questions to me
Who made God? God Made God?
Or the Humans made God for their own purpose?
Where are the temples of God made by Insects?
Suppose If God made us? Why he is so greedy?
Like the capitalists of proprietary companies
Why we are a strict proprietary Products?
Even proprietary products are supplied with Manuals
If God can't make us Open Source, At least he should
Supply the Manuals, Supply the Standard Operating Procedure
Or He is also too much selfish like each one of us
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
I come from a box
I hope that you don't judge
I've had men change their minds
I've had men so surely sweet who
Saw right past my sum of parts
Deeply and complete
That is until
Til I was taught what I'd not learned of hearts
The beating brutality bound to bind living hope
A lonely man saw me as love til he saw him in me
And he reflected back from my empty eyes as a joke
What did I know?
What did I know?
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
"I made a product for men"
My Father's words resonated in my head
What did he mean by "product"?
My seven year old mind
tried to put it together
like a puzzle
I couldn't quite put the pieces together
I left my father's words
scattered on the floor that day
Ten years later
you crawled out of the darkness into my soul
you took my dignity that night and
my mind couldn't help but drift
to the grocery store
ten years back
where my father told the cashier
that he had made a "product" for men
The seven year old me
picked up the words
my father spit out,
not knowing what they would
one day do to his little girl
I put them together
each piece fit perfectly
I knew exactly what my father meant by "product" now
"Product"
that's precisely what I was to you
something to be used
for your satisfaction
I was to be submissive
to the male
"dont disappoint him"
I was held captive
in my own body
a body that was now in your possession
you used me carelessly
left me dry
without life
nothing could be planted in me and flourish anymore
Somehow what you did to me
was acceptable
what you made me do
over and over again
until it was ideal for you
was acceptable
I am a product
that is what I was made to do
I was meant to be used by you
over and over again
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
I'm pretty sure it'd take forever, to tell you all the places that I've been
I swear to god, I'd live forever, if my soul could last until then
A hollow guess
Sinking fast
Never more than a misstep
I never really thought that we'd last
A stupid joke
Badly told
Whatever helps
Best find something to hold
Something to stand on
I'm pretty sure it'd take forever, to tell you all the places that I've been
But I swear to god, I'd live forever, if my soul could last until then
A hollow frame
Hung by a silver chord
Slowly played
Over the last open door
My final day
To make a change
Emotions fade
Even as I feel them more
I seldom speak
Anymore
I've found out that I'm too ******* bored
It would take me forever, to tell you all the places that I've been
You know I'd live forever, if my soul could last until then
If you did see me
Its on me
A mistake
To say the least
Please don't stop to question
If anyone
Really loves me
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 3:35 AM UTC
product endorsements
are what I like to do
and boy have I got
a good product for you
since I've been wearing
the EverFlex brand
of shoe
endorsing them is all
I like to do
they've a comfortable fit
and on the foot
they so nicely sit
EverFlex are the kings
in the shoe-making vocation
and should you not be
slipping into a pair
your feet won't be
sensing elation
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
How sad for you, Ivanka dear,
the world can be so mean.
You toil so hard both night and day
there at your sewing machine.
To bring the world such wondrous joy
of shoes and bags and fashion
but big, bad Nordstrom came along
and stomped upon your passion.
You seem kind and intelligent
but folks won't buy your stuff,
'cause you support your daddy
and of him, they've had enough.
Ivanka, we all understand
that you must love your dad.
But narcissistic greed and power
have driven him quite mad.
So please Ivanka, intervene.
Enable him no more.
Just let us know you disagree
and step back, we implore.
If you and Jared do what's right,
then you we will adore,
and you may find, your product line
will be back in the store!
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
I’ve lost more than I’d wish
to lose
and learned more than
I’d like to.
This is what happens
when kids
grow up.
I am a product
of a broken boy
becoming a
measly man
in a
wallowed world
that has no room for
generosity.
The world will not end
with a spark
to the neck or a
chill
on the spine.
The world will not
die silently into
a night that
no good man
can bare.
The world will end
when the
human race
allows greed
to conquer
grace.
And my friends,
we are
well on our
way.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
Dontcha just hate trying to finish a poem?
It's always like there could be just a hint of this, a dash of that;
too much seasoning, not enough time spent simmering;
did you use the right amount of ingredients;
was it tablespoons or teaspoons?
Dontcha wish you could just pluck one out of the freezer:
One wrapped up in a neat little package?
Leaving it on the stove-top to thaw a little,
before heating it up at your timely convenience?
I wish I knew when these **** things were done;
Wish I could stick em in a microwave, clock in the allotted time for a work like that to be well-cooked and consumable--
Wait around zoning out to the droning tone of the toasting note,
then awake from my spell by the sweet dinging of completion.
I'd take that steamy sucker out of that commodious kiln
in such great haste I can barely hold it in my hands!
"Boy oh boy does this one look tasty!"
I'd sit down with my necessary utensils and have a go at it, chewing thoughtfully and enjoying this wonderful piece I have prepared by myself for myself--and without all the hassle and wasted time
spent slaving over books and pages and pens and inspirations!
But ****
Nobody likes poems cooked out of pre-made packages;
they're a little too rubbery, a little too mushy, a little too bland--
and worse off they were made by the assemblyman's hand! (or claw).
Nobody likes their poems coming out of pre-made packages;
They ain't nothing like the real thing.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
everybody flock to the hottest product
grab it, **** it, buy it, stock it
it's hypnotic, they got into our pockets
while at the top the profits rocket
some guy in a suit and tie
tries to decide what we might buy
a new idea for a new device
a shiny prize is yours for a price
everybody flock to the hottest product
grab it, **** it, buy it, stock it
it's hypnotic, they got into our pockets
while at the top the profits rocket
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
I was at this party one time,
where an ex-girlfriend of mine
gave me **** over the type of beer I was sipping on.
"Ohmigod,
I can't believe you're drinking a blonde!"
In that moment,
I remembered why we'd broken up;
Her pretentiousness was way over the top.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
I don't even care if they care.
Just give me a pair of eyes to stare at while I improvise lines.
A couple of ears to hear some sorry excuses for rhymes.
I'll recite them all for less than a dime.
I'm just hoping for another free Corona.
(Please hold the ******* lime.)
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
the progression of pain,
is not something you can mark with charts and lines,
it is not something a number on a scale on one to ten can define,
but if you want me to tell you how much pain I feel right now based on these standers of living,
I'd say,
About 4 or 5?
But these stings sit steady on our skins,
Because we so suddenly were the ones with nerves,
to stab and sear away at perfect skins,
like our skin we wore represented our life,
and with every lighter and knife,
we made our life and purpose to live,
less?
Giving us the 1st lesson on,
Place Value,
Because people who don't have pain,
where 1st,
and we didn't even fall 2nd.
and if we all Multiplied,
Our product would leave us at 4th,
and you would still sat 1st.
because you were always made to be more then,
even though 1,
was less then 2,
and 1 was the Odd numbered group.
making 2 feel like a mixed number,
because we felt like a fraction of one,
when we were double of what one could ever be,
and the dullness,
In the question,
Rate your pain,
on a scale of one to ten,
My pain is as high as a ten,
but My pain is as equal to that of number,
one or two,
but I just say the median
"a 4 or a 5,"
because you can't mark,
the progress of pain,
with numbers, charts, or lines,
because everything fluctuates on the graph of life.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
I can't see you there but I feel you,
I know that you're near cuz I hear you,
I say i'm not scared but I fear you,
tell me to beware and I still do,
I feel you,
slowly burning me alive,
every exhale surfaced to the skin comes from deep inside,
I can feel you swimming in my mind torching both my eyes,
drilling in a little deeper every time,
feeling it subside just to come back full force and give a rattle to my life,
electric charges running through my body,
faces all around, I can hear em calling,
being hollowed out, now I think im falling,
dropped me underground so they can see me crawling
on broken knees-
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
In times of yore,
A name arose –
With vulnerable emerging markets,
The “Sick Man” of Asia!
But it has primed its cutback!
“Sick Man” was now a former name,
Call him this nation
To breed at ‘breakneck’ pace!
The snap back is faster
As global growth stirs in its revival,
And billions of dollars are in his shares!
Philippines vs. U.S.
With 7 percent, the peso was down for the year!
And we were knocked out!
It was more a reflection of global fears! –
About higher U.S. interest rates,
Then, the worries ‘bout the realm’s own fortunes,
Has to be forgotten.
Southeast Asian nation's prospects remain bright,
Likely to produce “predictable growth,”
Yes, the three stars with lone sun –
Now sky-scraping ,
With Filipinos making a stand.
Moving far..
From being a financial basket case,
The government has cut its debt,
Carry on! March on Filipinos!
(2/25/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC