Ironic Pentameter?
American apparel clerk so young,
unfolding fair trade frocks with nubile hands,
sweet songs of social justice on your tongue
and tofu treats within your midriff tanned.
What barely legal bargain with my soul
avows my leers as mere altruism?
To counter vice with vice seems a loophole.
Can lust make just our capitalism?
4 Comments:
oh my god.
that is pretty awesome.
Thanks. I meant to write a full sonnet but gave up.
could you deliver this in the sketch show? or would you?
with that damn picture projected on the back screen.
~mk
It's not really funny. More contemplative and artsy-fartsy. Those late-night crowds at Dad's want pep and vigor.
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