I saw him on my ride to work.
waving from the side of a brick building
telling me his toothpaste will keep my teeth whiter than the rest.
I saw him again laying in my neighbor’s front yard,
sticking himself from ground, telling me who deserves my vote.
he interrupts my favorite shows and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and talks and takls and talks.
I stopped watching television because I’m terrified of him.
he didn’t go away.
I can’t even watch a movie anymore without him stepping on screen for a cameo.
he proudly wears new clothing, imprinted with big letters telling others where he came from.
I’m constantly finding him in my mailbox… I throw him in the waste, but he comes back daily
always looking for attention.
he’s schizophrenic and obsessive compulsive, but I don’t think he knows it.
he turns commodity into necessity by exploiting peoples’ insecurities.
he taught the Joneses the rules of one-upmanship.
he stands on street corners, whoring himself to the public, proclaiming his love for God and country.
he is God and country. (they were created in his own image)
the minds of good people have eroded in his wake.
he wants everyone to share his taste in music…
his sense of fashion…
“The unexamined life IS worth living!” he shouts.
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