1990s Kids

They want to be celebrities.
Red between electric screens.
Talked about and gawked and
known.
They want to be known,
badly known in the
cartoon world of TV,
raised on TV,
juiced a constant trickle,
the fake effective, the fake feedom.
Did someone like what I did?
Did someone notice me?

They want to be celebrities.
Not on humble nights,
in the den
eating microwave pizza and
drinking Pepsi.
They’re supposed to be Generation Next,
but no one’s drinking Pepsi!
How will come the celebrities?

Be a solopreneur.
Be a thought leader.
Get ya some.
Get the world, Big Face.
Get that face to be bigger.
It’s all about marketing.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Christianity, Christy

For a long time
I suffered from Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

I lived in a house on the hill.

In that house I suffered the mistrust
to believe that I suffer.

I am a candidate for pills
and evenings with pretty ladies.

There is a creation and labeling of me somewhere,

thence I take off my head and screw it
into oil cans.

I jump around and talk about tackle box
and incense holder.

I live in the house on a hill.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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A Coy And Playful

My blood stomps harder on the jade wine,
I go to work on assembly lines,
I sing the song “O Capitalism”,
to make it with your daughter
in fashionable penance.

I forged a ring from my blood slime,
stopped what I eat to get the thin shine.
My calcium was low, protein wasn’t right.
Can I dip into your machine,
Master God?

Possess what you can in your real lives.
Eat value meals, or eat dikes.
Cows in the field chew the utter ripe,
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