Fifty-nine dollars for a dollar, fifty-one? Do you really think we are that dumb?
Gayle Sulik, author of “Pink Ribbon Blues” has started a poetry jam. She is hosting a poetry contest on her blog. I for one am going to participate. And, since I am feeling particularly snarky today, here are my first two poems. I can only enter one submission, so I am going to come up with a few more and then maybe y’all can help me select the one I should submit.
Oh and just so you have the proper context, in case you haven’t already heard about Komen’s latest pink merchandising – their “Promise Me” perfume – you can read more about it here: Uneasy Pink and here: Chemobabe and here: “The Scent of Exploitation”:
A Snarky Limerick
There once was a disease that killed many
But, then big pink cured it with money
Oh, wait that’s not true,
It still kills me and you
Does big pink think me a big dummy?
Haiku Ode to Komen’s New Perfume
Pink, pink everywhere
Stink of pink now in the air
Pinkified to death
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