This is the age

Turn your TV on for another mindbusting session of lustful opression
Enjoy your favourite smoothie sundae and get your favourite sunday dress on
Join the rank and file on your TV dial
And be as spotless as a child, if only for a little while
Tune in, line up, flintskin, sign up
We'll pour the finest flinstone wine there is into your cup
We'll fill it to the brim, keep your thoughts in check
And your mind dimmed
Check!

Arbeit Macht Frei, let's collectively defy
The weak, the sick, the tired and retired
Push yourself into your shoes little man
Or you might just wake up fired

This is the age of the crème brulée
Crème de la crème bufé
Welcome friend, play these games you'll never win
We carve your destiny in stone when the roulette wheels begin to spin
Welcome cardboard people, play these games you'll never win
And grease the gears well with your own blood so they'll continue to spin
This is the age of the cold old and silent
Bloody murder, rape and soul theft
Report to office for repairs please
If you've got a single word left





Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-07-08 at 18:25

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
the world is crashing in its own vomit, but the vomit is made to look like ice cream.
2005-07-16


Amberlee Carter
this poetry speaks...
ithe only original thought process there is these days is when a writer can compose a poem with its own pulse...this has a heartbeat for sure....excellent work!

Always,
Amberlee
2005-07-09


LurieJune
WOW!! I just read Stillhoppins "Injestion" and it goes handinhand with this poem!!!!
No knockin' the cake though....mmm cake! :) Great write here!!!!!
2005-07-08


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
whoa. imagery here flowing out and busting the reader upside the head with, hopefully, a little sense.

i rate this, wholeheartedly, with a five.

~StillHoppin
2005-07-08