CAUTIONARY TALE III---WHAT IS YOUR MEMORIAL GOING TO BE?

Who are we that we adore no more sea or shore

but only the shape of the wonder laying

nearly naked and useless upon them?

Give me a morally free pass to see it,

to worship that young ass

and barely there and hardly covered tits.

Planets moon and stars even the leaf of a tree

hold more beauty than body of a person

selling sexuality for a cheap red carpet bag of tricks

even though it alone holds more than my total net worth.

We make heroes and saints not

from kindnesses and memories of courageous deeds

done in times rough and hard

but oh Lord how we wait for the latest rag paper picture

of the half-naked whoever with underwear

sagging barely covering their fruit bearing parts.

Maybe we are willing to pay too much

for the photograph and forget

that the cost comes out of our moral compass.

We can no longer afford to work for fame

so we put our toddlers in tiaras and

give the pedophiles a peep at what they seek

and the rest of us change the channel the parent scolders

looking for a scandal that is about children just bit older.

But divert your eyes no more we are as we have perversion

normal become and distraction calamity among the celebrity rich

is what we have learned to love as our diversion.

All the while never knowing it is planned and set up to be that way

by the God Damned them who want us to not see them ruining the planet.

Let our life nearly die and when it is all said and done

nature will take over and then if a new Adam and Eve come

I wonder who will be the first one to discover

they can make some money for exposures

of their fig leaf partial nudity uncovered?  

Youngsters selling themselves for a shot at fame

but most when the skin is no longer soft or supple

they will find themselves as lost and betrayed

by the cost of actions done when they were pretty

but ego inflated and dumb enough

to listen to some money hungry businessman

who told them if they sold pictures of their body to them

they would find fame

how that is the easy way to play game.

Now that since the beginning of time

we have been conditioned to accept the lie

and place stars in our children’s eyes;

but not the heavenly kind.

Dreams of mind that turns or sons and daughters

 into escort’s, whores for sale to the highest bidder

advertised on the back pages of the  rags sheets

after we glance at all the hip and up to date news

of social get-together’s promoting

the latest art and music scene.

The places where fame begins to dream.

I don’t know anymore

but I will bet ya

I fine more beauty not among

the near naked post teens

as I do in Michelangelo’s David or Pieta.  

© M Durfee

5/27/13

Gary Cooper was not  Seargent York, Alvin York has been forgotten.