Poem: Ad-junked

Ad-junked

Selling dreams, selling schemes
Selling creams for your face and your stomach
Cars, computers, insurance, blue jeans and desserts
Shares, holidays, property, alcohol and soap
With a little bit of glamour they're peddling hope
Trading on worry, you're never just fine
If all's hunky dory
They'd be wasting their time
Advertising
Just what you really don't need
Appealing to insecurity, greed,
A need for one-upmanship
Or a cheap fatty feed
Advertising
Where would we be without it?
@poem auth = By Linda Kaucher

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