thirty seconds for 5 mil

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cancel my subscription
to your travel magazine
I don't need to dive into
your crystal clear blue water
or cruise around your islands
while you drown me with that
uptown yuppie frown
five square feet of perfect soil
veggie co-op blather

cancel my subscription
to bacterial farms you call
health clubs
dance clubs
single bars
mental bars
that keep you from living
but you need that fix
your smoothie of the month
delivered in time for lunch
fat-free yogurt with
~sprinkles and nuts~
your uber-caff duel expressed
cinnamon, whipped cream latte
or whatever-

cancel my subscription
to that thing, that TV guide
I don't need a ride
through your classic TV
father knows best, digitized fantasy
somewhere lost in space land

commercialize this, you media freaks
with your demographic, nearly spastic
pilot of a new show screenplay
and don't you dare
attempt to sell me
change me
dress me
feed me
destroy my mind with your greed

so cancel my subscriptions-
yes that means all of them
'cause what you offer, I just don't need

1/06/04