“ANOTHER CLICK OR TWO FROM YOU”

The spectacle is coming.
Your admission is free;
paid by peeping past the curtain.
Just
please click an ad while you play.

The terrorists have promised
to spare a hostage or two
if I dress up in a corset
and sing to you the blues.

Cancer will be cured.
The vaccine be released.
The son of God be let down
if the profits are in the green.

I'll be pouting on my lipstick,
ready for my cryogenic freeze.
I'll be pissing beside a porcupine
if it gets a click or two from you.

Haters aren't invited
to this pat upon my back.
I am white, in my mid thirties;
Six foot five, but not exact.
I tend to round up lately
to inflate my sense of self.
Does my profile make you jealous?
#iaskbecauseitshould

The terrorists have promised
to spare a penny or two
if I feed myself to lions,
naked
except for this
tiny pecker of a GoPro
strapped over my sack.

Would you share it out, my friends;
my first person spectacle?
Would it get a click or two from you
if I get tased at the end?

I am trying to raise money
for a cure I'm not sure is coming.
Truth be known, I don't know
any specifics of the disease.
I just know I'm trying to save
the world #oneclickatatime.

I am white, in my mid thirties;
Six foot five, but not exact.
No, haters aren't invited
while I am saving West Africa.
They are dark skinned and bleeding
from their eyeballs and their mouths.
We are white and we are crowdsourcing
our cure for Ebola.

The terrorists have promised
to fund me if I do
swallow a canister of tear gas,
dressed up in a corset,
while I sing to you the blues.

But you should know
by now
I'll only do it if I think
my spectacle might be worth
another click or two from you.

#iwouldbealandownerandavoterifitwerestillthe1840s

narrative poem written on 08-19-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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