Dear Mr Merde-Ugh

DEAR MR MERDE-UGH

Sharp edged poisonous garbage?
Sorry Mister Media Man we don’t need it
We don’t choose to eat fresh excrement
So why would we want then to read it?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 5, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. The media has been serving the same dish for years.

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