The insidious nature of advertising. An Open Expressions Entry
|Watch This Space
The ghostly fingers of each Ad
reach out to slowly drive you mad
with images that harshly play
and messages that seem to say,
“Without me, there is no debate,
your life is only second rate!”
“We need to win their hearts and souls,”
the politicians chant like trolls
but secretly they spend their cash
to make opponents look like trash.
They’ve learned that advertising’s great;
you never have to tell it straight.
Their promises all seem persuasive
but to me they’re all abrasive
and, in the end, it takes its toll –
we’ve commercialized the SuperBowl.
We talk about which ad was funny
ignoring that it's just for money.
On T.V., phones, and internet
they push their wares, lest we forget.
They line the highways with their signs.
Their messages entwine like vines
that crowd the views of our landscape –
it seems that there is no escape.
My greatest fear is they'll attend
my funeral and, at the end,
they’ll rent the space inside my casket:
I'll get eternity in a wastebasket!
An entry for the April round of "Open Expression: A Poetry Contest"
Prompt: Prompt 1 (image – see cover art)
Line Limit: None
Line Count: 28