Tooth. Advertisements are a plague. Topless millennium. .
What was it the tooth fairy told me? “Eats lots of sugar I wants your teeth for silver”
Advertisements are a plague I wish to make a grand pyre Out of the barrage of buy me That attacks while I simply live If I want anything I will look I never want it to look for me The world would end without them But if quality of life is an issue Then what commercials take away Is the value of being awake And with our brains turning to mush The ending doesn’t sound so bad In the aftermath we’d be left with trash Like junkies we’d cling desperately To the discarded mountains of garbage But perhaps our children would not And for the first time since the clock began Commercialism with its gaudy marvels Wouldn’t claim the loyalties of the youth Not to set the blame on us or the young Nor even on our industrious ancestors For the monster they, our forefathers, created Because accountability for the state of now Really is not for any one group Anyway finding fault isn’t necessary When working towards solutions And answers present themselves When any question is looked at long Though correct answers are not guaranteed Lighting a fire based on the idea that came to me Is still so much of a relief That even now with the unraveling around me I can’t find the heart to regret And in death I will smile At the peace that has at last come to my senses
So when are all you girls going to take off all your shirts I’m feeling lonely with only my own nipples to play with Something good has to come from the millennium Girls, think of it as repression Men all around are keeping you down Cause you all still are clothed Nipples tucked and hidden away Bare your breasts to the world It can never be too nippy outside to show a bit more skin Particularly that lovely bit of pink It’s all fine and good when the tips like tent posts poke from sweaters That’s cool I think But speaking from your point of view Wouldn’t it itch a bit less to be more then merely braless I’m talking about the bouncing The lumps of lard the lucky among us suckled as we were thrust into this cruel world The simple joy you all could share just by walking Curing men of their obsession Curing yourselves of your own obsessions A social revolution Just by taking your shirts off And imagine if you jiggled a little Maybe tied on a tassel Did a little trick and twirl I’m thinking of the injustices of the world here Forcing women to keep their tops on Men don’t It’s just a body anyway Just a bit of flesh We eat flesh Cook it fry it up Grease it up Lick it off our fingers Maybe it would be legal for women hairy enough on the chest I’ve seen animals naked Bare breasted walking free with only fur So logic says to me Yes yes, girls with hairy hairy chests can run fun shirtless So logic says take the hormones Get the hair and run free like baboons or merely spider monkeys