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After reading Thomas Friedman’s op-ed today “Tell Me How This Ends,” one would like to deny the inevitability, but…
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Toxic Cake
by Odin Roark
How drippingly fine
The words that coat
Such layered density
Icing thick enough
To entice the fool
Along with seasoned critics
Into toxic waste goodness
Persuasion chefs united
Gourmet salesmanship
Learned minds
Street smart minds
Tribal and nepotistic minds
All hawking hidden contagion
Beneath their ever sweet glazing
One day
A global cake will be rolled out
For all to gorge on
Unaware from the top
Might explode layered poison
Well surpassing avoidance
Our own demise
A recipe created by sentient impotence
The giant bite
The final swallow
The sweet tooth seduction
That never was
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| Reviewed by Keith Rowley |
5/23/2013 |
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| Neat - sounds like a metaphor for politics and the marketing of junk! Not sure about sentient impotence though - I don't find most people to be sentient. |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
5/23/2013 |
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Why is it that we are so attracted to the artificial and contrived as though it were the “real deal” instead of what it really is. You hit the nail on the head and the point is driving deep and painfully into the ignorance that exists in the everyday mind.
Keep driving it home…
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Jansen Estrup |
5/23/2013 |
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"Gourmet salesmanship" "hawking hidden contagion Beneath their ever sweet glazing" ... so tasty! Reminds me of Snow White's apple ... (shudder) ... Really good! (the poetic warning)
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
5/23/2013 |
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Our own demise,
A recipe created by sentient impotence
And some still insist that we are the most intelligent creatures on this planet. |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
5/23/2013 |
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well i think i will avoid the cake
budd |
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