Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Paper Versus Plastic

Credit Cards are clean and sheen
A modern way of life

Paper Bills are old world
Absorbent, Dirty
Reeking of human filth

The scent of a stripper
Crack-fives and coke-frosted Benjamins, straight from Wall Street

When I look at a bill,
I see a tree that never was!
He could of been anything in the world
Perhaps a Christmas Tree

Alas!
He would be doomed again
35 million trees are slaughtered by ax-wielding Santas
Maimed at their knees
Christmas capitalist consume!

Merry morticians decorate with glee
Rotting corpses in the guise of gaiety and garland
One bowl of water away from death

Ridiculed with trinkets, hot lights, and a gaudy gold star
Humiliated, Confused
Praying for euthanasia

Two words end their misery

ME®®Y ©H®I$A$


1 Comments:

At August 5, 2005 8:59 PM, Anonymous Cherry said...

Oh man, I adore this poem! youve got a stream-of-concious style that fits your opinions and humor perfectly (yeah that is a little deep but oh well) plus, of course, i agree with you.

-sigh- maybe someday it wont be so comercial...

More love from boston
~Cherry

 

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