Inspired by misleading brand slogans, "Ozymandias", and city vacations. While the execution isn't the best, the central metaphor is one of my favourites.
I am not an advertisement,
though you wish I was that willing
to plaster on skeletal bus stops
on said bad city street:
behold, dreamers, and find despair!
your strives are only glass towers never
ever reaching the pier of air.
I am not an advertisement,
though you wish I was so easy
to navigate, like a plaza,
or a Message From The Mayor of Canada:
listen, children, learn tight
the lone and forever red light!
you are a moth, the flag your life.
But you are not an advertisement
either, though you yearn to fold through
into two flat dimensions, a chessboard,
black bordering white,
no truth of the metropolis:
here, I cannot become a billboard,
I will breathe for myself.
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