Pure Fluff...That's Hot.

I wrote this about a year ago and posted on a forum. The folks on the forum seemed to like it. I think it relates perfectly to society's deminishing standards. Look at our youth's choice of icons



You Know Who

I want to live like you know who,
shopping all day for the right pair of Jimmy Choo's,
strolling down Rodeo Drive,
with my little doggy in a Gucci bag by my side.
I want to tan till I'm golden brown,
and hit all the hot spots in Hollywood town.

Spend daddy's money 'til the sun don't shine.
Show my bum and everything else in a video
and not try to hide.
Why shouldn't I? If you've got it flaunt it right?
I won't be seen in the same outfit twice.

I'll change my friends like I change my socks,
And start a new catch phrase just by saying,
"That's Hot."
I want to star in a reality show that has a written script,prove that I'm normal by shoveling cow shit.

Over exposed, totally saturated into a pop culture icon,
Spending my 15 minutes till it's totally gone.
So many details of "you know who," I know.
Because she seems to be on every entertainment show.
Ahhh, to be blonde thin, stinking rich and famous too.
Wouldn't you like to live like, "you know who?"


Okay here's a serious attemp.

Mill Town Disappearing

An angry smoke stack pokes through the clouds.
Busted out window panes stare unblinking into the
daylight.
Rusted chains and padlocks guard the doors and keep
desperation locked in.
A looming dinosaur of brick still stands...stands still...quietly stands.
It watches over a barren parking lot overcome by weeds,
forgotten memories, broken dreams.

Further down the street; Main Street to be exact, all is not gone.
Fast fading store fronts stitched to the road, refuse to
unravel.
Although they are reminiscent of what was, not what is; they
do not fall, never fall...just fade.

"What do you mean at 50 I have to find another job?"
"It was good enough for my father."
"He worked hard, didn't he?"
"This was his life, this was my life."
"I know no other."
"I'm a simple man."

"Dupont, Bassett, Stanley, Tultex, where did you go?"
"How will we fare?"

"How you fare, we do not care."
"We've gone to Mexico."
"We hear it's cheaper there."


To: Nellie and all the people whose apple pie dreams didn't fully bake.