Plasticby William Manchee
They came from everywhere Over here and over there The mail, the phone the mall Unsolicited, one and all Get them one, two or ten Don’t wait—pick up the pen It’s a simply wonderful game All you do is sign your name Now jump for joy, and yell, hooray! Cause baby they’re on their way Dillards, Penneys to name a few Visa, Mastercard and Amex Blue You can live the American dream Stand up now and let out a scream Buy it now, no money down You’ve got credit all over town Sit back and watch your dreams come true Don’t worry only pennies due For Moses it was manna provided by the Lord No need to sit around the house so bored Now its silver, gold and platinum too Macy’s, Sears to name just two Cars, clothes, a ten day cruise Gambling, clubs and lots of booze You’ve got it all and then some more Until the bills flood in the door It cannot be, I didn’t spend that much Just a few odds and ends and such Eighteen, Twenty, Twenty-four Interest, interest, bills galore Oh my God, it’s all a scam To steal my life, I’m in a jam Collectors call day and night, My balances are out of sight I can’t sleep or think Go to work, eat or drink My lover scorns me, yells and screams God, what happened to my dreams? Letters come demanding blood, Tears from my face do flood My lovers’s gone, couldn’t take the heat I’m hear alone, tired and beat Is all that’s left bankruptcy? What was my sin? Idolatry I see it now, clear as glass I fell in love with cold, hard cash Visa, Mastercard, Amex Blue Lucifer got his due
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=610&id=8954
This poem is very interesting. It is definately a modern day poem and although i do not spend money like this yet, i have seen many people act like this. I liked this poem because it had a fun rythem and it was an interesting topic. It is true. We all spend money and when its gone, we realize our mistakes we did with it. There is a lot of end rhyme in this poem and it has a beat that makes you want to keep readin it until the end. I had problems putting the lines the same way it was on the page i copied it from, so you can go to the sight to see the stanzas and end rhymes more clearly.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Television
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!
'We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?
'Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells,
the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.
Roald Dahl
I love this poem. I like how it rhymes so much and has a good rhythm. Roald Dahl tells about the bad effects of children watching too much TV and a solution for what the children should do instead to keep occupied. He writes this in a way that is funny. He uses books that I am familiar with, which makes this poem even more interesting to me. I also like this poem because it is clear and to the point. Most poems do not have a lot of literal meaning, but this one does. I think I also like it because I love all the other pieces of writing by Roald Dahl.
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!
'We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?
'Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells,
the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.
Roald Dahl
I love this poem. I like how it rhymes so much and has a good rhythm. Roald Dahl tells about the bad effects of children watching too much TV and a solution for what the children should do instead to keep occupied. He writes this in a way that is funny. He uses books that I am familiar with, which makes this poem even more interesting to me. I also like this poem because it is clear and to the point. Most poems do not have a lot of literal meaning, but this one does. I think I also like it because I love all the other pieces of writing by Roald Dahl.
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