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Spring 2004 - Volume 26, Number 2
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The Price is Rite
Soap opera mammas
the world over agree,
that dreams grow
no bigger than these
sequined, gaudy, purple, green
Floor-show, new-car orgies
That all begin so innocently
When Rod, the fat man, says
To Come On Down
Wouldn't you like
some extra cash?
It can all be yours.
The fondue kit?
The dinette set?
They can both be yours.
Just tell them what
the dish soap costs,
the price of marmalade,
Then trade it all
FOR A BRAND NEW CAR-
You can park it in the shade.
Like church, if church had
BRAND NEW CARS
And avarice without shame
Like love with light-up dollars signs
and everything's brand name,
And all you ever has to do
Is tell them what its worth to you.
It's lonely, if a little wonderful
Watching working dreams come true
Or Fizzle on the spot-
The break-neck squealing, shouting,
Roaring, dying, faint pleading,
moaning:
All consuming gape of those folks
Who over valued stainless steel
teapots
That looked just like their mother's.
-By Jesse Stanchak
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