It’s ads are getting further away
from anything resembling reality;
that isn’t to say they’re not cool -
they’re classic attention-nabbing
shards of inanity, compelling for
that fault-free instant of connect,
then there’s the lair of doubt, an
usury of innuendo to negotiate
And you’re there - edged at the
threshold - enlightenment’s not
far away, and nor’s the next ad
rearing on this set’s back; its in
instant play in a three seconds
elapsed deregulated normality
Which is all you get between a
flicker of brilliant understanding
and bewilderment - setting you
up for a replay between this ad
and the next quarter - which is
right after our inter-ad break
© 4 November 2014, I. D. Carswell
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