White Plastic Bag a.k.a the Notorious B.A.G

Hi there!

Humanities - what a class! 

Our professor today made us watch, on the theme of Baroque-era music and its emphasis on consistency and repetition (versus music that came before and after it), modern-day commercials which he claims are developed with the same idea, so their messages imbibe themselves in our minds (case study: "Good times, great taste, McDonalds"). 

 

He then split us into two groups and made us come up with our own live musical presentation to advertise... a, well, white plastic bag. We came up with a classic type of chorus with rap sandwhiched inbetween which yours truly wrote. Here it goes (try not to vomit or spray your drink over your monitor :) ):

Me and my bag, perfect together

My and my bag, now and forever 

x2

I'm easy to store, work every chore,

Stay on the shelf, or hang on the door,

Value for money, I'm down to earth,

Cost next to nothing, I hold hundred's in worth.

Use me light, or use me heavy,

For your groceries, I'm ever-ready,

Always steady, I say no never,

Me and my bag, now and forever

Me and my bag, perfect together

My and my bag, now and forever 

x2

I'm white and roomy, plain coloured,

Easy-to-use-me, its easy to choose me,

Your transparent friend, you see right through me.

I hold your stuff, and hold 'em tough,

Keep your eggs safe, give 'em extra love.

Softer than Gucci, more flashy than Louis, 

When you go to the market, you - include me. 

Me and my bag, perfect together

My and my bag, now and forever 

x2

Which bag is best? "The B.A.G!"

Which bag beats the rest? "The B.A.G!"

The bag that is deep? "The B.A.G!"

The bag on the streets? "The B.A.G!"

Needless to say this horrible and self-degrading excuse of a rap song won the day and bagged us some extra points ;) (how many puns can you pull out?)

It's been nearly three years since I remotely attempted poetry so being able to place a few rhyming words in sequence gave me the greatest hope that one day I might be able to look the part in baggy jeans and oversized caps - probably in 'I know what you did last summer' part 15. 

Hah. I'm out. Cya'll :)

hsn

Betting the Hair

I was just exclaiming about how I should go bold one morning when I opened the newspaper only to find a cornerside headline, ‘Studies show haircuts taken over a course of two years prolong life by 7%.’ 

“That’s interesting,” said Mr Right. “I read another report and the statistics said haircuts prolong one’s life by 8% after one year just the other day. So which is it, 7 or 8?”

“Whatever the case,” I remarked, “you have to be sure that something is amiss by the sheer statistics of studies conducted and reports printed.”

“Yes,” started Mr Right. “Such articles and reports are sometimes found wholesale in local newspapers, lifestyle magazines and occasionally, the scientific periodical. They keep the scientists busy, the journalists productive, the editors happy, the owners rich, the subjects poor and the public misinformed. Regardless, there are some articles that genuinely attempt to convey the right information.”

“I get what you mean,” said I, remembering. “For example, there was a good piece by a popular columnist who mentioned how it is often a nightmare for certain folks – the young, the young at-heart, the young-at-mind and the stylish – to have even one haircut in the first place. They go into the barbershop looking good, almost certain they will come out having lost most of their certainty. This is in part because the barbers refuse to listen to instructions and so the customers never know how to communicate the way they want to look.”

Mr Right continued, “As a result, they don’t know how they will look until they open their eyes after their hair is mercilessly chopped off in a way that can only be described as ‘utmost barberic’; knowledge passed down through rough times in families when father and son were at each other with scissors.”

“Indeed, that might actually disprove the theory that haircuts extend one’s lifetime. It surely cannot when the barberee suffers so much stress,” I added.

“As a result of which the hair might fall off by itself, anyway,” Mr Right grinned. 

“It might be the hairiest paradox to say that the boldness of a man lies in being bold enough to grow some hair, only to be unfashionably balded again.”

I thought and said, “Yes, that’s true. Do you think barbers know anything about this? Might they claim against these hair-raising accusations?”

“Perhaps. Statistically, few of the barbers from foreign lands ever read the newspaper. They might, however, if such shambled practices are truly not an extension of their hair,” Mr Right said importantly.

“They really sound like a bare-headed lot. What are the numbers for those who do read the newspaper?”

“I don’t know, but let’s go ask a magazine journalist to see if he would dare to bet his hair with a barber on the issue of these statistics…”

hsn

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I Believe

I believe in a world where ten people don't have to be poor because one is rich. I believe in a world where goodness can overcome the awkwardness of evil and where affinity will replace domination and harsh command. I believe in a world where every human being exerts themselves to the maximum, because they have the reason to, because they believe in a purpose, and because they have been provided the resources to commit to it fully rather than be distracted by the energy-sapping facets of poverty, greed, disability, powerlessness and unchivalric attitude of the controlling few.

I believe in a world where belief prevails and union is the soul of discussion. I believe in a world where the common interest is widespread and where the musings of selfishness are curbed, and converted or eliminated. I believe in a world where two nations bordering each other are not on opposing corners of the universe and where those who are, are so purely because of physical distance and not any lack of outreaching ability or effort.

I believe in a world where the rulers will sit together on carpets of tar in-front of the teeming millions of inhabitants and the city dwellers who make up a hundred and one percent of a civil society. I believe in a world where they will talk openly about what has been done and what has to be done and what the people who will be affected by these think about it. I believe in a world where the people will be selfless enough to not drive the agenda and their needs only and actually perpetuate a form of action that will imbibe fairness into every grain of sand, every crystal of salt, every tear-shaped drop of water, every weathered and cut line in the flesh of human beings and animals.

As intelligent beings our primary function is to use this intelligence for the progress of mankind and his environment; socially, economically, spiritually. So the question to pose is, is it natural that we tend to differ on aspects of existence down to the very last minitae due to unhindered thought processes, vastly contrasting living circumstances and methods of personality development? Or is it a paradox because we have just one supreme goal in common and thus our lives should theoretically be engineered such as to promote the smooth flow of man's direction toward it?

Until I have the answers to these questions and more, I'm pretty sure my world is just a belief. But then again, maybe, maybe - that is our starting point. Belief.

hsn

All over the world

Money rings
Cash tills
Millionaires
All over the world

Sweat drops
Back-to-waist
Construction worker
All over the world

People think
Give or not
Inaction
All over the world

Child dies
Poverty
Laid to rest
All over the world

Friends party
All you can waste
Twenty bucks
All over the world

Mother cries
Nothing to give
Ashamed
All over the world

Cat purrs
On carpet
Just fed
All over the world

Man sleeps
Pavement pillow
Today's home
All over the world

Man flies
Two wings
Holiday
All over the world

Man flees
Two legs
Bombing
All over the world

Boy feels
Writes poem
Forgets
All over the world...

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Sincerity

Sincerity is a drop of water;
Silent in its falling,
Pleasant when occurring,
Lost within the others.

Image credits: Phaitoon / freedigitalphotos.net