Marketing
Marketing is the hungry predator Our locked lives cannot wait To go spend our last credit For the red-soled killer shoes Something to die for I presume… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
We read the headlines about one death And alarming posters about the plague Food and wine Panem et circenses Play the lotto now Bad luck can’t be eternal The paradox of modern times… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
As the pandemic masquerade goes on The waltz of masks and death Rising from the underworld As the IQ-gifted of the world Profess about the unknown And offer immunity if not immortality As destiny dances away The clock ticks and tok’s Pet Hates Toys rests in the window Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
The window dressing is similar to street art It is free imaginative creative and ephemeral The purpose and constraints are different But they share the mural and temporary nature The single shot at the gawker’s eye Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
The market forces in action Young man under much requisition Marketing is a suggested desire Satisfaction depends on adequation Of the supply with the demand Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2016 Carnival Gallery
In the windows that always hawk You see your own reflection And the image of what the other side will sell Matching your image with your desire is marketing The world of the street is rife with allegories Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
Dolphins to the rescue in a marketing venture A leading men’s wear outlet selling washable suits Ideal for a Titanic remake if heated and inflatable Simple things disappear over a paper horizon As plasticine purpoises frolic in a virtual ocean Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
Coca Cola flows over the world The secret recipe is in the marketing The haphazard cultural blend to blunder Offering the bubbly American Dream on a new passport But who cares if we get this dizzy drunken feeling Photo Hugh Ardoin THe Night Shift Gallery
Panhandling in Poshland for a penny or more It is Zakat season all year round in Knightsbridge kingdom Beggars lying on the street claiming their hunger on improvised prompters Impervious to this alleged distress, others walk their dogs in rhinestone sandals Purgatory is closed since it was sold to developers Privatized Heaven and Hell now […]
The debutante dream hangs beyond the glass pane To be or not to be dancing queens for one evening only And secret private dancers to make ends meet There is even a price tag to the dreams Go-go Prince Charmings charge by the hour Now Alice needs a bob or a quid to get to […]