Monday, November 08, 2004

To Each, his own poison

It was tantalizingly placed above
the crowded bus stop. Thousands of people
always milling around.
Very difficult to miss the ad
unless you were plain blind.
It showed a young
girl with her jacket unbuttoned
and just exposing two lacy
black cups. As usual, the ad guys
had got it all wrong. It was an ad for
a brand of jeans. Not for
what every guy was looking at.
It was there for almost
two weeks, before the
moral brigade got into the
act and put a piece of cloth
across the offending exposure.
But they too had got it all wrong.
The eyes were the most
enticing and it now seemed,
as though she were
mocking at me wickedly.

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