"comercials" poems
The scene was chaos almost like black friday at El Wallmarto.
people being pushed around by gringo's who didnt
even own a pair of spandex tights.
Or even know the glory of winning a no holds barred naked lumberjack
with a ***** splintter match.
The people needed a hero.
they screamed for the legends return please poppi
save us from the ordinary.
My amigo's were persecuted and i sat helpless traped across the boader do to a bogus lack of green card.
I must have left it in my other tights.
but once again like a old man on crystal **** and ****** the champion has returned to claim his crown.
And to shake his groove thing all over Hello once again.
With the strength of a small well shaved bear.
And the eye's of a low flying seagull I shall drop some splatters
of wisdom apon my fellow amigos.
Chips and salsa for everyone .
no longer heartbroken from my hellcat seniorita Drew
yes her bite marks i wear proudly in places I need to tan.
Let the little gringos sing like pretty little birdies
and senoiritas run through the fields like in thoose not
so fresh comercials.
Go tell amigos everywhere pour the cervesa
For El ******** Rides again.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
I laugh
when I hear
conservatives talk about,
the sanctity of marriage,
and No Adam and Steve,
when I couldnt count
the number
of extramarital indiscretions
committed by them,
if I was a centipede,
with five toes on each leg.
I laugh
when I hear
progressives talk about
Conservative fear mongerin tactics.
Have you seen any of these
anti cigarette comercials lately?
Who thought it would be a good Idea
to put a ****** arterial cleanin surgery video
on Comedy Central? :)
I laugh
when I hear
conservatives say
they are going to do
everythin possible to keep
Obama from servin a second term...
and yet they nominate
Mitt Romney as their man to do it.
Who's gonna vote for a robot? :p
I laugh
when I hear progressives
call conservatives nazi's,
and then tell me
I shouldn't be
doin this,
or that,
or I should belive in somethin I can't see...
like change. :D
Vote Ron Paul!
because those other
douchbags
don't know
what they're talkin about.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 5:23 AM UTC
We were 6 years old, we were innocent, we we're playing. Just playing, in the most innocent sense of the word. With dolls, or blocks, or trucks, or dirt. I don't remember. We we're playing and then we weren't. We were playing and then the darkness came, and it took away our blocks. It took away our safety net of protection and threw us down the slide of demons.
Your demons. His demons.
We were 7 years old, we were innocent, we we're singing. Just singing, in the most innocent sense of the word. Songs, or lullabys, or comercials, or imporved words. I don't remember. We we're singing, and then we weren't. The darkness struck again, and this time hit us hard with liquor filth and stench.
Your stink, his drink.
We were 8 years old, we were still innocent, we were riding. Just riding, in the most innocent sense of the word. Bikes, or scooters, or rollerblades, or skateboards. I don't remember. We we're riding, and then we weren't. The darkness grabbed our wheels and lurched us onto the pavement 'till our skin ran red and he told us we were *****
His fault, our blood.
We were 9 years old, we still had bits of innocense, we were running. Just running, but not so innocent. On feet, we ran. I remember. We ran towards the sunset, quickly, but not quick enough. The darkness caught up to us, panting. Struck through us with quivering blades, and took away every drop of innocense left.
His addiction, our innocense.
We were 10 years old, we no longer had any innocense, we got away. A big man in blue took the crying darkness away, and stored him in a box made of cement and metal. Darkness said he'd see us when we were 18, thinking we loved him. Loved him through his addiction, because deep down there was light? And we were good girls, weren't we? We could see the light in him, right?
No light, Only darkness.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 3:57 PM UTC
Noises, voices, news, comercials, advertisements, pop ups.
All day we spend time been invaded with all kind of sounds, images and smells
Dragging our mind to the outer abyss
Being influenced, affected or accesory.
At night trying to sleep becomes realy hard
Those sounds, images and smells have created feelings
Ideas attached to my mind and they don't go away.
No at night I'm affraid, at night is quiet, it's dark
But my mind is bright, full of life and energy more than ever
Being in calm, darkness, quietness... Silence
Yes I'm affraid of silence, cutting of the external influences
Finding a way out of that outer abyss
Entering in that inner universe
Where the mind has no limits
There is not borders, there is an entire inner universe to explore
Where the mind has all the space to expand and try to be able to understand
And fail get up and try again.
Fear invade me at night
My mind get used to the limits, borders, the edges setted in the outer abyss
Setted by "morality", "customs", "traditions" anyway what people say is "correct"
My mind wants to be free, but is to scared of what could be found beyond.
Some times at night the outer abyss clashes with the inner universe being my mind the only witness.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
advertising trends toward creating a desire or need that did not exist before. It is done through the art of deception and misdirection. The Bing comercials are a good example of this phenomon. The same thing goes for politics.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC