The Mall: poem by Wednes
You are a building
Full of stores
People in you
are crashing bores
silly teens
with great big pants
wierd old men
shout drunken rants
unwatched kids
all throwing toys
half shirt girls
seek vacant boys
Ignorant
and tastless fools
buy Cinnabons
and craftsman tools
They shop for things
I wouldn't touch
You know,
I hate them all So Much!!!
ha ha, I just made that up!!!
Full of stores
People in you
are crashing bores
silly teens
with great big pants
wierd old men
shout drunken rants
unwatched kids
all throwing toys
half shirt girls
seek vacant boys
Ignorant
and tastless fools
buy Cinnabons
and craftsman tools
They shop for things
I wouldn't touch
You know,
I hate them all So Much!!!
ha ha, I just made that up!!!
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I'm printing that out and putting it on my fridge.
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I hate the mall too... one day they will all be extinct.
ps- cool poem!
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But its a nice thought.
And thanks!
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However, until recently, a mall existed here in San Antonio that no one ever went to. It seemed perpetually stuck in the early 80s; whenever I'd enter (I'd go there often), I'd feel like putting on an album from that era, namely Numan's TELEKON, Devo's NEW TRADITIONALISTS or The Motels' ALL FOUR ONE. It would've been a perfect DAWN OF THE DEAD mall. I wish they hadn't closed it. I don't care if it loses money; keep it open for my very peculiar sentimentality.
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*jez*
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Poem
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*in awe*
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I'm not really supposed to be on LJ during work...oops!
Maybe extreeme annoyance is good for art...