A Poem: Pornogratification

The poetry slam on Monday night reminded me of a poem I wrote way back when I actually WROTE poems with heavy rhyme and rhythm schemes. This may, by the way, be the most unoriginal poem I've ever written. The entire time I wrote, I had the rhythm to the Red Hot Chili Peppers song "Californication" running through my head. Even the title came from the Peppers, although I did have a little help from the band Extreme (of "More than Words" fame).


Anyway, this is a poem I've pretty much abandoned, so I've got no qualms about posting it on the internet where everyone can judge my artistic ability based solely on this one rejected idea. Enjoy!


Pornogratification
To you, born and raised and by love depraved,
We’re selling you a new sensation.
For dance-floor losers, all you beggars and you choosers
It’s the doctor’s medication.
Stick it to your tongue, and then, oh brother, when you’re done
You’ll be begging us for re-sedation
A silicon injection that’s been boiled to perfection.
It’s a picture perfect presentation.

A late-night fever that’ll burn until you leave her
It’s a spin inside an elevator.
A high-heeled killer gives a dopamine thriller
But don’t last in the refrigerator.
Take it for a spin out and your urges gonna win out,
You’ll need breathing with a respirator.
Our seasonal line up’s guaranteed to keep you tied up
In a color wheel spun theater.

It’s a crackpot innovation for a hedonistic nation
It’s a dollar store revolution.
For a flashy 2D lover drive your senses undercover
And throw Romeo an execution.
To all you Barbie doll believers, know that you’re born to believe us
We’ve got your counter-convolution.
While the good stuff’s overflowing, line up for the final showing,
Soak up the loner’s last solution.