Advertising Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Advertising



Lights blinking their wares into starlit skies,
hoping to find customer's eyes interested in
buying what they sell inside.
Boxes of restaurants and fast food places stand
on corners, beckoning to people passing by,
hoping to get some of their hard-earned money
while giving little in return.

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