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Painted up and tagged Sav'ry.
Economic Slavery.

Smiles empty, yet wrapped in gold.
Slippery truths never told.
Quiet, lonely. lost and cold.

Taped to a chair. Unfamiliar scene.
Blood in the air. He'll make her free, clean.
Tangled in hair a hatchet unseen. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 121 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CMOLINA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Red Light Red Night

Contributed by CMOLINA on Friday, 30th May 2014 @ 03:05:07 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Broken and temporary.
Painted up and tagged Sav'ry.
Economic Slavery.

Smiles empty, yet wrapped in gold.
Slippery truths never told.
Quiet, lonely. lost and cold.

Taped to a chair. Unfamiliar scene.
Blood in the air. He'll make her free, clean.
Tangled in hair a hatchet unseen.

Copyright © CMOLINA ... [ 2014-05-30 03:05:07]
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Re: Red Light Red Night (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Friday, 30th May 2014 @ 01:43:11 PM AEST
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I take it this about modern life.

Greetings
Rus

Re: Red Light Red Night (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Saturday, 31st May 2014 @ 09:44:27 AM AEST
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This really lifted me up! Joking, of course. It did as intended, which was to unsettle the reader. good job on that.

As commenter said, is this about the current dealio? It suckios!

Best,

Invierno

Re: Red Light Red Night (User Rating: 1 )
by xHeathenx on Friday, 11th September 2015 @ 03:45:42 AM AEST
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I'm seeing the Man standing smiling out of sick pleasure, or rather enjoying things in his favor, the gold grill on his teeth to represent what luxury and money he has that we do not. The reality of the situation is not made aware to anyone else, but the man, as the woman has been tied and killed. The tying to the chair is a metaphor for prison, or police interrogation, the line "Quiet, lonely. Lost and cold" to represent that we are all slaves kept separate, despite the fact that we're near each other every day.
The hatchet, a tool, representing our work we go through for the simplest of means, are ultimately what's used to murder us.

Quite a clever and surprisingly profound message for just so few of words. Very well done. :D

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