corporate angst

 

you try to be punk but you cut
an Apple logo in your arm
you’re nothing but a slave to a marketing ploy
to convert young, impressionable kids to an OS
you do not understand but it matches your iPod

 

wouldn’t you rather have carved
something a little less commercialized
into your flesh? something like “Vista Rocks”
or “I love IBM and Intel!”
or even a “Zune is better than iPod!”

 

so this poem is for you little girl
one day you will wish you hadn’t cut your arms
you’ll cringe at the ignorance of posting the picture
online for all the world to see and laugh about
and to have some strange creep write about

 

but this isn’t your poem, it’s MY poem
about you, you have no power over me or this page
you only have power over you and
that is why you cut, it’s the only thing you can have
control of and you can’t even control that?

 

If you really want help I can only offer you this:
1-800-448-3000
or you can apply for a job at Wal-Mart
they are always looking for people
to help slash prices.