TV adverts.

Dutty sneaky electro-magnetic frequencies come pulsing heavily

exuded from a glinted transparent silicon oxide membrane

Invading deep into my retinal surface

Down my slippery nerve pathways,

Into the deepest caverns of my stretched cognitive cesspool.

My attention aggressively kidnapped, stripped from moment

They tickle my inner desires,

And whip me hard with with empty promises.

Flash, a crescendo of clumsy text information climaxes

Abruptly ending with a scorching slogan splashed carefully over my subconscious

I unconsciously then wipe away the slimy dripping excess thoughts

with a shielding cloth of disinterested.

I Think i'm strong enough to say this is bullshit,

But the deepest submerged opinions have been plunged

behind by a valve of denial and ego.

I know these agents are at work covertly,

I want to say no but I cant,

The delicious immorality is just too tempting.

So I give in,

Allowing my tamed mirror to reflect back onto the marketers corporate relative.

And I say...

“Please can I have a big mac.”