The revolution will not be televised
Because it’s not happening,
Although it’d look stunning on my fifty-inch plasma.
I'll relax on my reclining couch—
The one I sat on in the showroom
And fell in love with when we touched.
I'll lean my head back on my horseshoe pillow—
The one I saw on a late-night infomercial
That relieves my neck and back pain with memory-foam technology.
I'll close my overworked eyes—
The ones recorrected with that state-of-the-art laser surgery.
I'll dream of driving up the coast with the top down—
The accelerator to the floor,
The growl of the engine taming my stressed soul—
And waken confined in hard-earned comfort,
As that same car commercial beams on the TV.
I'll work hard;
I'll plan right;
And someday it will be mine.
They can televise that.
They will televise that.
Friday, September 24, 2010
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I feel I can do more with this as I want to make a longer catalog of consumer items but it's late and the weekend is here.
Dude, I love this. The idea that we're too bogged down with being consumers to change the world, and of course this is what the hegemony wants us to do. I like how you fell in love when you touched...the couch. It's so impersonal, which is what our love of consumption is. And the last 2 lines are awesome. I'm partial to this stuff anyway, but I think this may be one of my favorites of yours.
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