Forget Paris
One night in Paris was only one night
Taped for commercial exploitation
It was never nominated for an Oscar, an Emmy
Or a Golden Globe
In fact, it wasn’t even taped in Paris
So, forget Paris…
Her simple life is much simpler than the average American’s
Just another product of deep-rooted political masturbation
For a nation of fools
Schooled in front of televisions, drive-ins and movie houses
Ain’t that a bitch?
No, they call it school
That’s why I say, forget Paris…
Ever wondered why you feel that tickle of admiration
Down your spine?
Well, she’s living your life and for a nickel or a dime
You can see this girl in People magazine
As well as the New York Times
So, forget Paris…
They are slowly changing your perceptions
Of what a dream is supposed to be
Taking it from you, moulding it and giving it back to you
On a reel or in a picture of a girl
Named after a European city
Ignorance isn’t pretty
But you can begin by forgetting
So, I implore you to
Forget Paris…
December 4th, 2008 at 5:04 pm
what about the hilton..
oh i digress so ill jus
forget.. paris
December 4th, 2008 at 8:44 pm
“Ignorance isn’t pretty” and, even if they live in the most pretty city of the world, some parisians are really ignorant (but gentle). Your poem is well written and true. But I can’t forget Paris, my home town !…
December 5th, 2008 at 12:25 am
it has neva been his wish to extinguish paris
rather regress..like digress.ion
December 5th, 2008 at 9:31 am
or redress
the barbed doll
December 6th, 2008 at 6:29 pm
oh was that what the imperfect
metaphors were about..
i guess my bliss
is ignorant..