by Matthew Zangen
just to write something down, some scribbles of pen and ink blot
marker drawings, spilling lakes of bats and mother-symbols onto
cardboard masterpiece canvases, distributed by mass market superhighway
to grow your little penis bigger, stop the suffering of depression or
grant you Gods good grace in a gel tab, cig drag or ticket stub;
every check, bill, or greeting card you tear open or into.
Youll be seeing more of everything all the time;
dont stop your fears, just
keep on buying things
youll make us all rich, you know,
Click Here to Learn How
Author's Note: This turned from a cure for writer's block into something I actually enjoyed. Now it's for your enjoyment too? Enjoy, damnit.
Posted on 07/28/2004
Copyright © 2020 Matthew Zangen
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kara Hayostek on 07/28/04 at 11:55 PM|
I clicked, I read. Interesting poem...I like the little line about growing your penis bigger. Let me know if it works...ok? (JK)
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/29/04 at 03:18 AM|
They are hidden persuaders like any other.