Comments on: Ode to the Toxic “Smart” Meter https://stopsmartmeters.org/2013/03/13/ode-to-the-toxic-smart-meter/ Fighting for health, privacy, and safety Sun, 07 Apr 2013 20:14:33 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.6.1 By: Zapped! | Stop Smart Meters! https://stopsmartmeters.org/2013/03/13/ode-to-the-toxic-smart-meter/#comment-266624 Sun, 07 Apr 2013 20:14:33 +0000 https://stopsmartmeters.org/?p=5748#comment-266624 […] we published Ode to the Toxic Smart Meter last month, we received a number of submissions of other poems related to the smart meter […]

]]> By: Lauren B. https://stopsmartmeters.org/2013/03/13/ode-to-the-toxic-smart-meter/#comment-258299 Mon, 25 Mar 2013 18:13:02 +0000 https://stopsmartmeters.org/?p=5748#comment-258299 My daughter is on All Poetry and someone started a contest last fall to write a political poem in the form of a song or rap, and it also had to fit many other parameters, which she fulfilled, including mentioning locations. Of course, I encouraged her to consider the topic of smart meters as we were in the thick of trying to be the first city in Wisconsin to get an opt out, which we did get. Here is the link to the actual poem, in which she gives background information at the end of the poem. http://allpoetry.com/poem/10040877-Zapped-by-Sinead_of_the_Loch. I’ve also had the pleasure of getting to know Soapbox Jill while trying to work on solutions to help the rest of smart-metered Wisconsin.

Zapped

By Kayley B.

Waves that burst with magnetic pop,
“no they won’t hurt you” say men at the top,
like the utility board knows what’s best for me,
living alongside radio frequency.
Waterloo, Madison, Baraboo,
all falling into smart meter stew.

I can’t see it, hear it, touch it, but I know it’s there,
zapping me, abusing with a pulsing flare.
Most say we have to take them,
boast on how much you’ll save,
after all, what’s another radio wave?

Radiation zaps with blackened grin,
industry and city ignore the din,
heart complaints and wheezing lungs,
same old song money’s always sung.
Meters with a brain, think way too much,
waves got a frying kind of Midas’ touch.

I can’t see it, hear it, touch it, but I know it’s there,
zapping me, abusing with a pulsing flare.
Most say we have to take them,
boast on how much you’ll save,
after all, what’s another radio wave?

If I wanted my house purple would they paint it red?
Shouldn’t I have a say where there are shades of gray?

I can’t see it, hear it, touch it, but I know it’s there,
zapping me, abusing with a pulsing flare.
Most say we have to take them,
boast on how much you’ll save,
after all, what’s another radio wave?

Radiation’s waves are burning away,
but after all, what’s another radio wave?
After all, what’s another radio wave?
After all, what’s another radio wave?

]]> By: Paul H https://stopsmartmeters.org/2013/03/13/ode-to-the-toxic-smart-meter/#comment-253802 Sat, 16 Mar 2013 14:01:02 +0000 https://stopsmartmeters.org/?p=5748#comment-253802 In reply to SJ.

Ad soon as I saw your keywords, this sentence came to mind.

When you become a target of the smart meter, you find it inevitable that your only rest is from your head on a soft pillow, after eating a soft pretzel, in the pickup bed of a Chevrolet.

]]> By: SJ https://stopsmartmeters.org/2013/03/13/ode-to-the-toxic-smart-meter/#comment-253201 Fri, 15 Mar 2013 02:26:26 +0000 https://stopsmartmeters.org/?p=5748#comment-253201 The poem came out of a writing challenge to use the following words in a poem:

Inevitable
Target
Pretzel
Pillow
Chevrolet

Your car on the cliff picture is great.
Thanks.

SJ

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