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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Attack On The Ad-Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This trumpeter of nothingness, employed<br>To keep our reason dull and null and void.<br>This man of wind and froth and flux will sell<br>The wares of any who reward him well.<br>Praising whatever he is paid to praise,<br>He hunts for ever-newer, smarter ways<br>To make the gilt seen gold; the shoddy, silk; <br>To cheat us legally; to bluff and bilk<br>By methods which no jury can prevent<br>Because the law's not broken, only bent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This mind for hire, this mental prostitute<br>Can tell the half-lie hardest to refute; <br>Knows how to hide an inconvenient fact<br>And when to leave a doubtful claim unbacked; <br>Manipulates the truth but not too much,<br>And if his patter needs the Human Touch,<br>Skillfully artless, artlessly naive,<br>Wears his convenient heart upon his sleeve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He uses words that once were strong and fine,<br>Primal as sun and moon and bread and wine,<br>True, honourable, honoured, clear and keen,<br>And leaves them shabby, worn, diminished, mean.<br>He takes ideas and trains them to engage<br>In the long little wars big combines wage...<br>He keeps his logic loose, his feelings flimsy; <br>Turns eloquence to cant and wit to whimsy; <br>Trims language till it fits his clients, pattern<br>And style's a glossy tart or limping slattern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He studies our defences, finds the cracks<br>And where the wall is weak or worn, attacks.<br>lie finds the fear that's deep, the wound that's tender,<br>And mastered, outmanouevered, we surrender.<br>We who have tried to choose accept his choice<br>And tired succumb to his untiring voice.<br>The dripping tap makes even granite soften<br>We trust the brand-name we have heard so often<br>And join the queue of sheep that flock to buy; <br>We fools who know our folly, you and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Seymour+John+Tessimond">Arthur Seymour John Tessimond</a><div class=q>
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To keep our reason dull and null and void.
This man of wind and froth and flux will sell
The wares of any who reward him well.
Praising whatever he is paid to praise,
He hunts for ever-newer, smarter ways
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