These metallic purveyors
Of kitsch optimism,
Glitter like cartoon gods
In day- glow yellow, blue, green and red.
They may not be the real thing;
These large, fluorescent structures;
These bold, bloated reminders
Of our cuddly canine friends.
Yet they do depict an Age
That worships cozy surfaces.
Meanwhile back in the cold steel
World of hard fact; devoid of gloss
Of starless nights and empty days
The feral animals are howling.
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