(a Prose Poem)
Prosaically speaking, production is everywhere for Tom, Dick, Harry and Mary to see. Production is in the air, under the sea and on the land. Tangible and intangible, these products are in demand. The goods are to satisfy the consumers’ wants and needs, but how can we keep them please when their minds, at times, as fickle as the morning breeze! Such delicate flowers, we must handle them with care for dissatisfied customers are the sellers’ worse nightmare. Production, our economic cake is not easy to make. So many resources, natural, human and capital from many hands and lands, it demands, truly. The marketing mix must be blended very well. Greedy competition is great with every ring of the Wall Street bell. Economies of scale, Exxon, Mobil are some of the giants of the business world competing with Lilliputians, the tiny cottage industries, are so very mean; when their economic terrorism strikes the wee lot, so small and lean. The gas attacks moving about a body are too much to bear the Dica relief to no avail; and the fishy oil causing diarrhea from the mouth to butt everywhere; meanwhile dancing the bebop is BP testing the mess only killing smiles by miles as Katrina persists on wearing her gaga creations and fishy foul smelling underwear. Monopolistic power tied with mystic conglomerate squeeze all around. Consumers’ freedom of choice is dead, buried and bound.
© Paterika Hengreaves
Prosaically speaking, production is everywhere for Tom, Dick, Harry and Mary to see. Production is in the air, under the sea and on the land. Tangible and intangible, these products are in demand. The goods are to satisfy the consumers’ wants and needs, but how can we keep them please when their minds, at times, as fickle as the morning breeze! Such delicate flowers, we must handle them with care for dissatisfied customers are the sellers’ worse nightmare. Production, our economic cake is not easy to make. So many resources, natural, human and capital from many hands and lands, it demands, truly. The marketing mix must be blended very well. Greedy competition is great with every ring of the Wall Street bell. Economies of scale, Exxon, Mobil are some of the giants of the business world competing with Lilliputians, the tiny cottage industries, are so very mean; when their economic terrorism strikes the wee lot, so small and lean. The gas attacks moving about a body are too much to bear the Dica relief to no avail; and the fishy oil causing diarrhea from the mouth to butt everywhere; meanwhile dancing the bebop is BP testing the mess only killing smiles by miles as Katrina persists on wearing her gaga creations and fishy foul smelling underwear. Monopolistic power tied with mystic conglomerate squeeze all around. Consumers’ freedom of choice is dead, buried and bound.
© Paterika Hengreaves
Kia ora Paterika,
ReplyDeleteIt is sad that until we learn to rely less on oil, and the partnerships of unaccountability between big government and big business in the continued rape of the earth, and we somehow learn to live in harmony with this one and only planet, that we will continue to eviscerate our very mother to satisfy our cravings.
This will fade, the oil companies bide their time, rebrand themselves, and wait till we call out for more and more oil, then all will resume. The system grinds on towards the brink. Kia kaha Paterika, thank you for cariong.
Aroha,
Robb
Production, seduction, speed without heed, oil and spoils and the poor get sore.
ReplyDeleteThanks Paterika for a gutsy piece of prose.
Bob