The multi-billion dollar industry
That enslaves our women -
Not set them free
Cosmopolitan/Vogue/Elle/Marie Claire
We'll coach you:
How to live! How to love!
What to eat! What to wear!
(But honestly, we don't care)
Seriously? -
Given any thought to that servant-woman
on all four limbs, spent-sapped-soiled
scrubbing shit-holes every-fuckin-day,
slavishly toiling?
Or perhaps, that factory-woman in some
steaming, sweltering, seedy sweat-shop
day-to-fuckin-day, feverishly boiling?
How about that hapless, helpless
homeless-woman with no hope for
healthcare until-she-fuckin-dies, painfully
coiling?
Toiling! Boiling! Coiling!
While they've kept their pristine,
money-pumping press-machines oiling
Maddening! Saddening! Sickening!
The caption reads:
Seven Simple Steps To Get Your Guy!
I ask the question: why?
Why seven steps, not one or two?
To date they have no clue
And gibberish they spew
(But this they already knew) -
(We know) but you'll pay for our bullshit
anyway, My Dear
Because we sell you the shit you want
to hear
There, there wipe away that tear
And buy a Kleenex while you're here
Then further on the devotee-woman reads:
Thirty Ways To Fulfill Your Sexual Needs!
Thirty ways, indeed?
Again, I ask the question: why?
Why not seven ways or eight?
And the same shit they'd regurgitate
And the same shit they'd propagate
And the same shit they'd proliferate
It makes me want to suffocate
My bet is, you've tried it all before
And yet, this was not the cure
For sure, not the cure
Your savings the catch
And the thingamajigs and doodads were
the lure.
Insane! Profane! Vain!
Abstain! Restrain! Refrain!
Indeed it's all in vain!
(Indeed it's all in vain)
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©dead_poet
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