A Nasty Flavour - Poem by Joshua Bowden
We are decaying billboards
Strewn across Eliot's Wasteland...
Few now would recognize the name-drops:
Ovid, Baudelaire, Conrad, Verlaine,
Have been replaced by
Bieber, Rowling, Hilton, Vuitton.
You're gonna like the way you look!
Pleasure you want, protection you trust!
Driven by passion!
The pinnacle of our philosophy
Plastered on our faces, clothes,
Spewed from our grinning mouths.
We are worse than whores
In this country of ill repute;
We pay the pimps
For the honor
Of representing them,
Smile at our beating,
And revel in cleaning up after.
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