Ad Man)
Drowning in the overdose and flooding of commercialism.
Pressured to partake in the dark shady art of consumerism.
Brainwashed by promotions and showpiece glitzy adverts.
Even if you cannot afford it, why should anyone care less.
Rammed 24/7 down your throats of how Christmas should be.
Knowing full well for most people this cannot be the reality.
Relentless images of expensive presents and happy families.
Buying something you can't afford should make you happy.
They control your children's minds and put pressure on you.
You end up confused and believing everything they say is true.
Make you feel you have to buy all those expensive presents.
You are made to feel if do not buy, you will never be forgiven.
You're convinced it's the way to make your Christmas happy.
No, I can't afford them, but you feel you need to do it properly.
So, you submit to the never-ending pressure of the Ad Man.
And foolishly you buy everything insight that you possibly can.
Christmas night relaxing and pleased with how your day went.
Completely oblivious to how much money you have really spent.
Then he appears the same slick well-oiled Ad Man is back again.
Once again, he is here to help and become your lifelong friend.
He has got great rates for you to pay to off your mountain of debt.
Including the debts you had before that you decided to forget.
Good news it should take about 10 years for your debts to clear.
Bad news the Ad Man and his adverts will be back again next year.
So don't believe everything is true that you want to hear and see.
Make it a commandment to never get into more debt for anybody.
Please only spend and give only what you have realistically got.
And just tell the slick well-oiled Ad Man, politely to just …. Off.
Tobani November 2024.
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Author:
Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is about one of things i dislike most about Christmas, hope you enjoy.
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The poem is like a sharp spear that picks at the contradictions in society. It is amazing.
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The spinner of tales, the town crier corrupted; bought out by those who hold the reigns, Nottinghams in the shire, back to Sherwood most will retire until the Hood rises from lore of yore.
Thank you for your comment, even thou i do not understand the quote.
I was just spinning my wheels, a thousand apologies.
No it`s ok, i am still learning all these different types of writings, i find them interesting even if i do not understand
That last quip was about Robin Hood, the Sherwood Forest and the Sheriff of Nottingham… a bit of a play on its storyline with that of your poem’s.
Thank you for explaining, i can see that now, many thanks
Thanks as well for a wonderful read 🙏🏻
This is quite an amazing poem.It is an essay about the good and bad aspects of Christmas.Very inspirational.Well done
Thank you for your feedback David, very much appreciated
Good write, Tobani.
Thank you for your commet Jerry
Christmas as is the other holidays, was a gimmick from the start, their origins lie in control; early on the mind was the focus, now they mainly want to control the money, they got years invested in brainwashing the public, now they can reap the benefits of every believer pouring money into the rich pockets every holiday
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The essence of much of Christmas in seven smart stanzas.
I understand the religious significance of Christmas for some - not for me;
And I understand commercialisation of Christmas for many - not for me.
Thank you for your feedback, much appreciated, and i agree with you, Christmas is not for me
Awesome poem and
message too!! 👍
That's something I hate
about Christmas
I totally agree with you!! 💯
Thanks for sharing my friend!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
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The old addage that you can't give what you don't have no longer applies. Great write
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