Broken I-Pad
I half-heartedly attempt reasonable
thought
at a phone-charging station in a
glitzy mall
inert while Apple diagnoses Patricia’s
I-Pad
Unreasonably - I worry about ubiquitous
actors
like Jake from State Farm
and the woman’s name
I forgot selling their futures to
hawk fear
After wrecking careers via reasonable
sell-outs
their days number professional
hopes subsuming
in greed and need to build a personality
brand
in unreasonably expensive cars,
taking meetings
buffeting around L.A. getting
pitched and angling
for favorable positions on a scrap
heap of hedonism
I worry they won’t invest in their
futures in time
after shedding reasonable pride for
insipid roles
and presumably lucrative temporary
paydays
doomed by years of method acting,
falsity
and plastic surgery to create an imaginary
reality.
-should I attempt
reasonable thought elsewhere?
When will that I-Pad be ready?
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