A poem about consumerism.

blood diamonds

strung up

around necks

                      as though hung there

                                               to dry

why?

because Porsha looks pretty in pink

well of course

who doesn’t?

aside from Donald Trump

                  (you’re fired!)

and the sound of the words was old news

so old they were hardly news at all

they had crystallized

become adamant in their presence

defying the question of if

and asserting the status of is

drying slowly

around necks

as they hang

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Comments (4)
  • Teves on Nov 13, 2009

    Good stuff…

  • sunshine926 on Nov 14, 2009

    “You’re fired!” Good one.

  • wonder on Nov 14, 2009

    A thought provoking one, nicely penned.

  • Frances Lawrence on Nov 14, 2009

    I like it, the sort of poem that gets you thinking.

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