the subliminal hard sell

the subliminal hard sell

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

 

the subliminal hard sell

 

 

figure heads

don't figure much in decisions

they are window dressing

mannequins for style and sales

 

within each system, each chain of command

there is the ventriloquist dummy

set out in front, side-of-mouth

whispers manipulating the mouth to speak

 

hands of board members making the head nod

or shake a salty "no"

or push out of the way

rulers don't rule

 

and behind the scene

is the real scene

one to which we are not privy

even in the front row

 

we do not see behind the curtain

and the silk fabric might as well be iron

democracy is a quick snort of cocaine

and a forced smile

 

the prescription is bound to run out

we are too addicted to following

leaders who don’t lead

we are a Bay of Pigs

 

invaded,

pillaged

pretending to understand

our slaughter

 

the figure heads really don't figure

much at all,

they are just puppeteers' numbers

that don't add up

 

yet we walk by the window

stare longingly, enviously at them

and then unwittingly

buy the product.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/19/17 

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto


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On one level, this makes me shudder over the avalanche of dumb s**t happening in our current political climate . . . but if I manage to arrest that gut-wrenching response, I also have a different disgust borne of working in Marketing & having so disliked the capitalism machine & it's way of targeting the vulnerable. Your grand slam brought in more than 4 runs here! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Margie...and yes, that capitalistic machine....ugh.

j.. read more
A classic take on organizational dumbass!

Well said my friend!

Regards,
Al

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you, Al.

j.
Big business in America takes away from all those who operate small businesses that care about the people more than money.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

yes, the mom and pop grocery stores etc. all but extinct...thank you, Dale.
j.
I buy the USA..and respect the flag, no matter who the Puppet master may be...
Sometimes "slaughter" is the only thing evil understands.. ..From evil's side, it's what they do ..it's all they know..and life doesn't seem to matter, not even their own..

Many things to ponder...
Well stated !!

Jazzy

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words and insights, Jazzy.
j.
J. J.  Nightingale

6 Years Ago

You are welcome jacob.
"...invaded
pillaged
pretending to understand
our slaughter."

You ain't just whistlin' Dixie, brother!

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your read and comment, Jimmy.
j.
democracy is a quick snort of cocaine
and a forced smile

Beyond brilliance and so amazingly written!

yet we walk by the window
stare longingly, enviously at them
and then unwittingly
buy the product.

How deep you went into the human psyche here...

Indeed democracy was meant to be for us but it was never really about us. Too many players & power equations behind the scenes. A master piece from you, Mr. Jacob.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your very kind review, DIVYA...
j.
DIVYA

6 Years Ago

You are welcome!

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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