I’m going to break a record today,
it’s how many times can I refresh a page,
to avoid those six, fifteen or thirty second hymns,
authored by the greedy, who live for sin!
I try to open one of those “tingle videos”,
some ASMR to relax,
but as I do; the ad comes on,
the cunts want to sell me Pepsi Max,
and an array of things, that are irrelevant to me,
such as Canesten, L’Oréal, to this “dude” you see,
if not that, then their roulette wheels spin,
making a mockery, as it’s them that always win,
listen, the “horse game” for me, is a thing of the past,
so, can BetFred and Paddy Power, get off my ass?
Thus, this tells me, that they truly do not know,
but what they do, they make, to annoy me so,
bar, before you say it, I know there’s commercial aid,
for those creators, where the actual content is made,
it’s just, the rate these trailers come, is where my complaint is,
as they ensure, when it comes to avarice, we remain the repentless!
Honestly, a paper, a radio, a billboard and TV,
already comprise an out of control thing,
where billable minutes, are counted in millions,
turning us, in to hoarder/waster villains,
hence, pieces of shit, become part of the day,
where we laugh and cry, but in all, we pay!
Finally, she comes on, pretending to cut my hair,
after nineteen refreshes, that my finger bared,
I need these sounds; to ensure that I drift away,
but I hope there’s no loud interrupting ad, I pray,
as they’re already loaded, but they always want more,
just look at us, rolling around, upon a broken floor,
that for us; is so brief, so can we please open a door?
To a place, where love means love, not a financial transaction,
to birth some decency, in our fraught mortal faction!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: January 18th, 2022 08:17
- Comment from author about the poem: This next poem is about a very first world thing indeed, and that thing is, the relentless capacity of advertising on the video sharing platform, YouTube. As I’ve said, to complain too much about this, can be deemed insensitive to those less fortunate, but the result that continues to be reached, is dangerous for all, as in the modern world, it’s nothing but money, money, money, and those who work in advertising and marketing, are finding more ways, to try to trap us, to become corporately controlled fleshling robots, thus, not only plugging their own product, but also selling our own identities in the process. Accompanying the poem, is a piece of apt clipart from Lifewire, which I know, outlines what I could do to alleviate my quandary, but surely, some regulation made with common sense and decency; can be deployed, by those who should know better. I hope that you enjoy this poem, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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Comments3
'who live for sin!'
they're just capitalising
on that capitalist
all consuming greed of modernity..
and be careful, dear Poet
lest they start making us
sign-up
and pay;
adds, are just fine with me...
(lol, luv the details in your rant
and despite my response above
I - so, relate
to your frustrations, my friend)
Thanks for the read L. B. Mek, and yeah, I will be careful to limit my subscriptions.
I'm glad that you enjoyed my rant, and stay strong and vigilant; in regards to the art of "corporate magnetism!"
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!
Such a different topic and the words to express the frustration
But no denial I couldn’t stop laughing
Very clever and witty poetry
Thanks for the read spilleronsheet, and yeah, a bit of an acquired one this one, but, when I read it back, it was very clear to me, that I needed to write it, in order to vent off a little bit.
Like Teddy.15, I'm glad that you had a good laugh, and thank you for a lovely comment.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!
Oh I so feel your pain! I love this clever and witty write which expresses your frustration so very well!
Thanks for the read GypsyLady, and I'm glad to hear that I'm not alone in this frustration.
Thank you for your lovely comment, and I hope that all is well!
You're so very welcome, and definitely not alone...I hope all is well with you also!
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