I went off on a tangent tonight. I think I’m overly tired, feeling cranky, etc. I wanted to watch X-Factor and relax. I had to mute the commercials though.
After missing the mute button a few times, it happened. Ad overload. I got up to get a drink and the words, “You must buy our stuff or your life will be miserable! You must buy, buy, buy. Buy it now!” came tumbling out of my mouth.
My son came out of his room, laughing, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was irritated by the commercials telling me that I had to buy everything or I would be “worth nothing.” (**said in a loud, male voice**)
Then the below poem was born. It doesn’t quite fit the Day 28 prompt (contributed by Jonathan Edward Ondrashek); but remember, I’m cranky, so it will have to do.
The prompt: “Write a poem illuminating how it feels to stand up for what is right in the face of adversity in the workplace.”
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| Photo by Oliver Gruener |
Too Commercial?
Between the dancing
and the singing,
they tell us
to,
Buy,
Buy,
Buy,
You must
have our stuff
or your life
will be miserable.
Cut back to contestants
speaking about
disdain for going back
to their deplorable lives,
selling stamps, pouring
hearts out into concrete,
creating roads
other than the ones
they want to walk on.
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