I am an advertising slogan
A poem
Just a funny little poem here.
That Moment when you Realize you’re an Advertising Slogan for Anything no Matter what you do, so you go Ahead and do it Anyway.
Just do it.
It can’t be that bad.
You keep hesitating, keep
bringing your toe to the water,
then drawing your foot back
instead of jumping right in.
It won’t be like last time.
It can’t be like last time.
Like that time you got up there
and out there and they just
stared at you like you were
the other white meat —
half of them thought you were
too privileged and the other
half wanted to eat you.
Saw you, saw your body,
looked you up and down
and decided it’s what’s for dinner.
Oh, the female body,
the incredible edible egg we are
cracked open and bleed from.
We’re supposed to be free here.
Liberated.
Liberty biberty.
Putting the old ball and chain
on the liberty bell,
handcuffing sweet Lady Liberty
while Uncle Sam cracks a beer
and loads his gun.
It keeps going and going and going.
But no.
This time, it will be different.
No more same old story.
Stand up, stand tall,
be proud of that skin you’re in.
Uh huh
Uh huh
You’ve got the right stuff,
baby.
Uh huh.
Just get on board now.
Just do it
already.
