I cannot love the too-frank ad
Which tells me that my breath is bad;
I hope commercials come to harm
Which bleat about my underarm–
And, also in this same connection,
A pox on who pans my complexion,
Teeth and gums and messy hair,
The shrinkage of my underwear,
The tame vacations that I choose,
The way I shave, my shineless shoes.
When will ad-men start realizing
“Ad” doesn’t symbolize advising?
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 18, 1951
