Everyone and their mom's writing poetry now. I'll be damned before I'm left out of that. Here's my shot.
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A Sonnet for Business
Take your flippancies, your contraries, inconsistencies and sex,
Your Crest-white smiles, your Girls Gone Wild, and made-up product tests.
Shove your pop-up ads, your fashion fads, your launching pads for profit.
We think Black Friday sales should cure what ails; those "deals" will line your pockets.
Buildings' sides are everywhere espied that cannot hide your labels.
Every flat surface demands a purchase and keeps us flocking to your stables.
You're glad to sell us what'll kill us and we'll take it till we're lame.
Have you no decency, or dignity, or capacity for shame?
Don't send your men to Congress, then, to change their minds with bribes.
Or we'll oust your lobbyists with angry fists; Quit trying to buy our rights.
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You read it here first. An Andy Bodine original. Unfortunately, the formatting is not what I intended since Blogger fails miserably at tabbing. Happy holidays, bitches.
P.S: I'm not a communist.
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