Saturday, October 16, 2004


Larger than life, you lie
Above our heads, catching our eyes.
On a couch, you recline.
Pillows fluffed, morals maligned;
Ego stuffed, morals defined.

Cold weather, you face
Sleet, rain, and snow,
Though none will dampen
Your radiant glow.

Two pieces you wear
On top and below,
But your skin and your scruples
Are both being sold.

Does your money keep you warm at night,
While your morals are off at work?
Does your paycheck justify your sight
On the billboard for the product you serve?

1 comment:

  1. Ah, couplets. Cynical couplets! Stick it to the man.