Post 45- Part 2 of -B-ook of The End

Sorry for the late post, everyone. These ones are just a little bit longer. Really hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed writing them! :D

Better Not - sec 1
Buy Me - sec 1
Battle Corporation - sec 1

Better Not

We are all

keenly aware

of that simple phrase

'you'd better not'

and its implications.

That it is better

to not do this

than it is

to do that

is too difficult

to say

and as we digress

even more surreptitiously

into shortened phrases

and abbrev wrds

we may find

we lose pt of wht mks Eng

such a pwrfl lang.

It will become

gender neutral

unbiased

with twice as much of a learning curve

and may God help us

when that happens

because you'll be seeing the older generations

completely ostracized from the younger ones

who learn more quickly.

So as we all capitulate

that downward spiral of

-fuck-

-all-

-spelling-

texting

instant messaging

and A.D.D.

will create a new type of novel

(limited to 150 characters)

allowing us to burn what's left

of

Tolstoy

and

Angelou

in good confidence

just to watch the fire crackle.

 Buy Me

Buy me a

Rosy red ring

With

Ruby studded feelings

And maybe

I'll consider lying next to you.

Buy me a

New generation

Of peaceful peoples

Who work together to save our planet

And maybe

I'll lead them myself.

Buy me

More of the same

And a typewriter to empty my thoughts onto

And maybe

I'll write something

You will cry over.

But buy ME

Buy me

And maybe

You'll feel

That little bit

Of buyer's remorse

Because I've done nothing of note

And people don't seem inherently valuable.

Hopefully the added effort

Of buying my typewriter

Will prevent anyone

From ever bidding on me at auction.

I'd much rather sit

In the bid house

And play with all the unwanted rarities

Than be the willing pet of some

Corporation or

Nationality or

Military or

Pimp.

They're all too similar to one another

Get that straight,

And first sign of a profit

You're back at that auction house

Playing with that unsold typewriter.

Battle Corporation

There's a man in a suit

Looking through your credentials

And all he can manage to say is

'Interesting'

Before throwing you back out on the street

And continuing on his merry way.

You weren't ready to work for him

You tell yourself

The job would have been too difficult.

But you miss that

Slowly shining sun

After pulling night shifts

At The Gap

And you wanted something more usual

Something to write mom about.

Perhaps you walking back in

Was just

What he was waiting for

The indomitable will

Of someone desperate for success.

So he lets you on

Introduces you

To a world in confidence

With all its darknesses.

He changes your understanding of Wall Street forever

Where the companies aren't just businesses

They're Nationalities

And every little clink on the sidewalk

Is a scrap

For the war torn street

Rat

Living around you

In the alleyways.

Climbing stocks

Are just rocket plumes

Money trading

Is the black market

And your suit of armor

Is just a windsor

Or ediety

If you're feeling fancy.

Your best weapon

Is your tongue

And your only goal

Is to pull ahead.

All this he tells you and you smell

The sterility

Of the linoleum underneath your feet

Before deciding that all you'd ever wanted

Was to be involved in the fastest

War

On the planet.

He hands you his card

And says:

Welcome to the Battle Corporation.