she hymned them in a propaganda song

1930’s ice cream cone vendors on ocean
front boardwalks 
 
imprison children’s thoughts
slander democracy
 
newspapers on warm days cover
soap box lecturers 
 
sleeping on crowded wooden
benches
 
splinter growth determined by
waves of beach
 
goers plummeting into cooler
temperature sea water
 
drying off from shark attacks
 
pearly whites brushed in front 
of weigh me scales
 
fortunes told for a penny
 
she, such a pretty thing in black
doesn’t perspire
 
looks knock down in white socks
 
advertises her pitch on wooden
placed bill of fare
 
matinee 2:00 pm sharp
 
married men gander, straighten bow ties
suck it in
 
wives use parasols to straighten attitudes
 
promptly, a patched up curtain rises
backdrop, paintings
 
of audiences childhood memories
 
she confined herself to a few points
used stage props
 
took a white
took a black
 
snap picture
 
her voice carried well
molded their 
 
closed minds and disguises
 
those standing out
in the rain got an earshot
 
during intermission
 
she auctioned off a cracker jack
prize
 
encore performance
audience were mustered 
 
to applaud her
 
they exited
no longer
 
like walking purses where
greedy hands
 
double dip into
 
but, burgeoning government spies
keep an eye on
 
she disappears
nothing sacred.
 
 
Copyright © 05/05/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®
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