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Mislead

16 Sep

Mislead

It’s been quite a while
Since I’ve watched TV
And what intrigues most
Is commercials I see

Thirty second spots
Telling you what you need
Just like Inception
Planting the seed

A trip to Cancun
You’ll be happy there
Drinks on the beach
And not have a care

A new video game
You get to pretend
That you’re a real hero
You fight and defend

You need this car if
You want them to think
That you’re rich and get
A pretty girl’s wink

I can’t help but feel
We’re being mislead
It’s not about joy
It’s all about $bread$

The ones who put on
This ongoing farce
Their care for your joy
Is really quite sparse

They’re not driven ‘cause
They want you content
Their sole motivation’s
The almighty cent

They mislead you to
Believe that you need
All of these things
That just feed your greed

They encourage you
To just think inward
Trying to make
Your selfishness stirred

Half-minute spots
From phonies and liars
Hoping that you
Will be their next buyers

Don’t be mislead
By good looking actors
Exotic locations
And other rich factors

They’re lying to you
You don’t need their wares
Do not let your wants
Coincide with theirs

See through the veil
Of music and lights
Shallow joy and
Misleading delights

                          Miro

Pop Culture Poetry: Scoundrel

18 Aug

Scoundrel

A pirate of
The outer rim
This rogue lives life
Out on a limb

Armed with blaster
And his pal
This scoundrel searches
Grim locale

For different ways
To make a buck
Because in debt
He is now stuck

To a big slug
Who runs a gang
If not paid back
They’ll see him hang

They’ll send the beady
Black eyed lizard
To hunt him down
Rip out his gizzard

Or maybe send
The lanky ‘bot
Who doesn’t miss
A single shot

Or worst of all
They may call in
The Mandalore
Who’s never been

Known to lose
A hunted prey
Disintegration
“Just my day!”

He touches down
On Tatooine
The dullest world
He’s ever seen

But something tells him
He’s got a feeling
Pretty soon
He will be dealing

With someone
Who’ll bail his butt
Out of his jam
With that fat Hutt

The big fur ball
Comes up behind
Say’s he just
Made a big find

An old man that
He used to know
Twenty some odd
Years ago

He needs a ride
To Alderaan
The old man’s good
It’s not a con

“Ain’t that a switch?”
The pirate thinks
A customer
With no hijinx

“Grab that table”
He tells his mate
He always likes
To make them wait

He sees the man
He’s so damn old!
That fossil must be
Growing mold

He’s with a kid
Looks like a dope
But they may be
This rogue’s new hope

As the old man
Pulls up a chair
The rogue sees something
In his robes glare

The laser sword
He used to slice
That idiot
Who paid the price

For throwing all
His weight around
“‘Bout time someone
Took him down”

The scoundrel takes
A final swig
And gets ready
For the next gig

“They better have
A ton of creds
Or that fat slug
Will have our heads”

He gets a tingle
As he strides
To the old man
But this rogue hides

His feeling that
There’s something strange
About this man
That he’ll bring change

That he’s surrounded
By a force
Which will put his
Plans back on course

He takes a seat
Beside his buddy
Hopes this deal
Won’t end up bloody

His blaster’s always
Within reach
Fully charged
One bolt each

But things go well
Old man’s legit
But before
The rogue can split

The beady eyed
Lizard shows
Reminding of
The debt he owes

He threatens to
Take the rogue’s ship
Too bad for him
In the rogue’s grip

Is his charged blaster
He never waits
The scoundrel never
Hesitates

Before the lizard
Takes a shot
The rogue shoots first
From the blind spot

He flips a coin
To the barkeep
Time to blast
Off of this heap

Hopefully
That’s the last bout
Smooth sailing
From here on out