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Shampoo-Conditioner (A Poem of Protest and Resistance)By Kurt Luchs QuailBellMagazine.com How much we are fallen off from the greatness of former times! This fallacious hybrid pretends to do two things but does neither well, or at all. It does not cleanse. It cannot smooth. It clings like glue
and leaves us poorer than we started, only now with a sodden, unkempt mess where once was something shiny, bright and manageable. It doesn't even rinse honestly, this potion whose only magic is to make everything worse. It makes me even more ashamed to be an American, if such a thing were possible. When you see this compound lie, know that we have utterly failed ourselves and our children. It was a seemingly small task that was asked of us, but we were not up to it, we watchers on the wall that peer over into a future diminished by just this much, a little thing, yet everything that matters is made up of a thousand little things done with integrity and ingenuity and pride, at the very least pride. We settled for the easy deception, the convenient prevarication. Our fathers would have thrashed us senseless before letting us descend into this abyss. If we had any honor we would take the coins saved by this abomination of desolation and buy swords and fall on them. Instead we stand in the shower blinking back tears from the sting of a chemical whose very name is an offense against all that is holy. We have washed, and yet somehow we are dirtier. And in place of human hair we are covered in rotten straw like the useless animals we have become. CommentsComments are closed.
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