Classical
Speaking of style…
Hold the pig’s blood and pop the champagne.
It’s luxury with a conscience.
We’re getting to know you.
They thumb their collective nose at
an open invitation.
What they offer is
Medical Morphing
and alternative addresses.
The experience wasn’t given
it was earned.
A long, long time ago,
back when people didn’t eat sandwiches.
Putting everything into prescriptions
for us.
They’ve figured something out along the way,
living every day like it’s the last.
A call, man.
*** This is the first of two "cut-up" poems. Basically I took apart a magazine and took the words/phrases I liked, put them into a poem and viola!
