1-800-GIMCRACK

What does the GIMCRACK make you feel?
Does it make you feel less?
More ostentatious?
Less displayed?

Are your senses played upon
by a blinding collage of
mediocre concession stands?

Does strip-mall jewelery
whisper "GIMCRACK" through the optic terror
of florescent lights?
Does it titillate within you
to differentiate between a diamond and cheap plastic?
Does it not remind you of stale air being whisked past
your nostril hair like halitosis out a leper's mouth?

The GIMCRACK.....
Think of it, for a brief moment, as a
life-threatening malady, a pestilence.
Human beings wear it like a bubo
on the most DESIRABLE parts of their bodies.
Some hang them as ornaments on their Christmas trees (Santa Saves),
never to comprehend WHY their children have grown inept-

With broken bulbs dispersing throughout their ligaments,
Their minds, their words:
Comely shards etching hieroglyphics
that portend inside the walls of their anatomy.

The GIMCRACK...
Does it bear the nuance of iniquity?
To you?
Your fore-bearers?
Your Ancestors?
Does it signify beauty?
Or, is it a swamp that seeps up the stilts
into your home....
and seeps in...
and seeps in...
and comes in
"Come in."
You allow them.

You allow IT.

Did the woman on television tell you to....
CALL NOW?
Do 1-800 numbers give birth to several million
cavalcades in your head, a procession that echoes:
CALL NOW...
Call Now...
Call Now...

Can you hear it as if it were a haunting comradery?-
a ghost-like recollection of a helping hand,
a kiss, a love, a breath?
Would you prefer the GIMCRACK
to replace all mortal beings?
A breakdown in communication-
Incommunicado?

Do you suffer this?
Do tasteless flotation devices allow you
to float gaudily rather than swim charismatically?
Do you prefer to be a charlatan?

THE GIMCRACK WILL ASSIST YOU!!!!

The people responsible for the manufacturing
of GIMCRACKS; do they have GIMCRACKS
as well?
Do you believe they enjoy wasting their lives,
many hours devoted to the sole production of gewgaws 
to compliment your luxury?

Have you thought about it?
Or
Is there a circumambient voice in your space that
ejaculates full-blast,
clogging your ears,
your passage through the frontal lobe,
acting as a soporific that becomes
the autocrat of your dreams?
Is it calling you?
Does it tell you everything will be okay?
"EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY."

Is it your own personal bellwether?
Does it drive you?
Inform you?
Scintillate?

CALL NOW.

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