Burger Sting. Two new poems

Two poems on the same theme here, both inspired by the unremitting marketing presented by Cabot Circus’ numerous chain stores.

The first is my personal favourite, although I m fairly confident I’ll be alone in that thought. It’s a bit strange and oblique and features clown committing a sex act in the proximity of a salad (those of you with a sensitive disposition have been warned). I really like its dark, acerbic imagery and the fact that its laden with words that are really satisfying to wrap your gob around means its going to be loads of fun to spit at an audience. Ten points to anyone who gets The Goonies reference.

The second is a more literal offering. Its one of those rhymey slam friendly type pieces. Have a listen and let me know which one you think is bestest. Don’t be shy of telling me if you hate something, I need to know if you think something sucks.

I’ve always found it ironic how the notion of individualism is often used as a marketing tool to sell us mass produced products.

I’ve attempted to explore this idea in the following poems by using fast food (awful offal falafels and kartoffel waffles / fizzy pop) as allegorical archetypes for mass produce.

The first poem is ridiculous, but deliberately so; we’re endlessly bombarded with promotional concepts and imagery that taken out of context seem utterly surreal. I wanted the tone of the poem to mirror the absurdity of a clown selling beef, or a Tiger in a neckerchief flogging cereal.

Mcfuffle

There isn’t much too be said about poem number two as its more of a “exactly what it says on the tin” type affair. Its been knocking around as notes in my book for ever, but trotting around Cabot Circus inspired me to tie it all together in its current incarnation

Fizzy Pop