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[sid] => 6513
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Observations of an Alternate Society
[time] => 2002-11-10 23:00:00
[hometext] => Old... but still relevant as today’s headlines
[bodytext] => cold and angry concrete towers
pierce gray smoke filled skies while the din of construction and land moving machines form a glue to hold the outdoor background in its proper place inside eyes that refuse to meet another’s march with determined stride through underground ceramic hallways while acrylic two and three piece suits fit both sexes equally needing only to hide the most superficial "distinctions" plastic and aluminum monoxide belching rodents scurry the never ending maze of oneways some even attempting to decipher the myriad of don't do & must do signs cluttered on each corner rude noises from the rodents and single fingered salutes from their masters add to the close and personal atmosphere as the race goes on a siren flies by blue & white red & white black & white where one fairytale ends there are more waiting in line in line, in line, in line video generated pastel warriors slash and charge their moment upon the ice while the adoring minions lift a glass mouths agape while vacant eyes are captured between periods its Ms. Rigby's turn to tell of her own the box wouldn't lie mean Gene interviews Durbano and the furry rodent recently scalped from scrapiron Hull the crowd goes wild as 27 does a Savardian Spinarama from the Frigidair with a fresh round of brewskys for all pornographic food delivered hot to your door 30 minutes or free and not three seconds more you need it you love it you can't live without it ... least thats what it says on the box XXX rated munchies erase all concerns as Jenny Jones reruns squawk on and Bosnian end wraps compete for position while droolpans spill over unnoticed downhill douching is the event for the week on our favorite Victoria Principal station as ratings pile up and contestants go down the final slope of professional obscurity bent little shrews behind arborite counters watch people line up for their judgment registers ring, click, buzz and clatter approval as patrons prepare to show plastic. while one gets a nod and another a smile the next just a glare for his troubles "So wheres my thank you?" he asks the East German judge ... "Override on fifteen" two dimensional icons sporting silicon globes and mabeline eyes wantonly gaze from their designated position in rack as two hundred pounds of chronically dieting grace delicately applies just one more coat while parked in express line three thirty ml. heads under ten gallon hats wander out of the sandbox to play at the Holstein Club gotta ride that bull and fling some too! dressed up in their costumes the goofs get to pretend they're not accountants school teachers, yuppies and bums ... plastic "folk" playing cowboy in public the band plays goof garbage Garth Brooks Dwight Yokum, Jed Clampett and more and stage players are paid for their time while the morons line up to line dance yell yahoo, wahoo, yip yip, furrow, grunt, snort, eei eei oo last call comes and goes and they all pour the same out the door to their Chevys and Nissans as the neighbors awake to the sound of doors slamming as America drinks and goes home. Kent Mackey (c) copyright June 1996 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 13 [informant] => KM [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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