Crapping myself for civility

ever shit your pants?
i’m sure you have.
well, have you ever done such
a thing as an adult in control?
obviously, at this moment, i was not.
i graduated to underwear from diapers,
it seems to me that i needed more practice.
i was in the process of relieving myself of some gas,
when what followed, moisture.
no, it wasn’t just really warm,
it was in fact shit.
how could this happen?
did my body trick me?
i think i got careless.
on a positive note,
it reaffirms my belief that
i am an animal.
if it weren’t for this restrictive clothes,
i could be free to be me.
of course, that’s not civilized.
but war, torture and hate,
those don’t scream civility.
at least i know i can clean myself up.
other people, well, it’s up to themselves.

Vague notions explaning complexity

i’ve found that the smaller the words,
the easier they are to carry.
how the weight of grand words
burn burdens upon my shoulders.
i have five little digits attached to each hand,
yet, my reach remains unchanged.
my grasp is weaker than my will.
there is no reason why information
cannot be taught in general terms.
of course, specialty requires technicality.
vague notions are no substitute
for those that are complex.
but is there not a way to compound
all that is general into a dense elaboration?

Say Yaz to contraceptives

I’ve created rough ideas of potential adverts for a contraceptive called Yaz. I was at work, scanning into our store prescription drugs, when I came across Yaz. I instantly thought of the product title of Yaz being played as Yes. I’ve attempted to promote sexual responsibility through positive, reaffirming yes decision scenarios that put women in charge of something positive.

Once again, these are rough ideas, but with a name that can mimic the word yes, the room to play is substantial. Say yes to Yaz, if you trust female contraceptives. I don’t think it’s natural, but I am in favor of safer sex.

Yaz_concept

Emotionally reasoned logic, disorientates compass

i tried not to get attached.
during the budding,
i told myself this will pass.
as things progressed,
i developed a connection.
mind you, this link
seemed faulty.
it wasn’t until the end that
i became fully invested.
i was told i took to long,
and my currency deplorable.
defeated, i ceased payments.
i saw no point investing
into a sinking ship.
deception, of myself
and of another.
care was withdrawn
and slowly with it,
the false bonds built, too.
uncertainty and distrust
lead to faulty foundation.
stability fluctuates,
under its
insecure structure,
for balance.