04-30-2016, 07:03 AM
In Containers
I can tell, from pictures in magazines
and images flashed across our screens
that there is a mould, golden and glorious,
slender, unblemished, with teeth white
and booty black and breasts pointing at the sky.
This is success, pressed out on an assembly line
from which we have fallen. We are factory seconds,
rejects destined not for warm, well-lit pigeonholes,
but to scrape and scurry in the dirt. The lucky
among us will be useful as spares, fail-safes in case
a part is needed for those who deserve it.
I know the walls of my world well. They are steep,
with no footholds. You do not climb out of here. By
grace alone you might be lifted, a reminder to
the beautiful ones that there are those less fortunate;
and they will gaze upon you, and know once more
that they are chosen, and special, and the world
belongs to them.
*"Here we are now, entertainers" -- Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
I can tell, from pictures in magazines
and images flashed across our screens
that there is a mould, golden and glorious,
slender, unblemished, with teeth white
and booty black and breasts pointing at the sky.
This is success, pressed out on an assembly line
from which we have fallen. We are factory seconds,
rejects destined not for warm, well-lit pigeonholes,
but to scrape and scurry in the dirt. The lucky
among us will be useful as spares, fail-safes in case
a part is needed for those who deserve it.
I know the walls of my world well. They are steep,
with no footholds. You do not climb out of here. By
grace alone you might be lifted, a reminder to
the beautiful ones that there are those less fortunate;
and they will gaze upon you, and know once more
that they are chosen, and special, and the world
belongs to them.
*"Here we are now, entertainers" -- Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
It could be worse