Built to Last
There is no money in cures
But treatments
Those brings in big cash
There is no profit to be made
When one
Or two
will last forever
Everything must shut down
Everything must turn off in
1-5 years
You have to buy this years
This seasons
This expansion
This update
Vaccines are funded and found by the hundreds
Cures are destroyed because they are bain of big business
You ever wonder why
In the 80's
Your uncle
Father
Cousin
Or whomever had
Cars from the 40's and 50's
in perfect working order
Yet today
In 2012
You'd be lucky to find any car from the 80's or 90's that even starts
Your uncle
Father
Cousin
Or whomever
Will tell you that you'd be a fool to buy one
I wonder
If there will be another day where something
Anything
Will say
Built to last.
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Acetum
Acetum
I remember you
Like a fine wine
Your soul was bold
Your style was flavorful
Even now
The memory of you
Lingers joyfully
on the pallet
Sweat and bubbly In your youth
Complex with a deep soulful aroma
As you aged
I remember you
Like a fine wine
Whom or what
Pored this acid into you
After everything you have been through
This is what you have become
you stand before me
Insolent and Bitter
Refusing help and wallowing in sorrow
Reeking from the stench of planned
(or maybe accomplished )
Vengeance
I remember you
Like a fine wine
Whom or what has done this to you
Why have you let this happen
Whom or what has turned you
from a fine wine
To
Vinegar
What have you become.
©Christopher F. Brown 2011
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