Friday, April 10, 2009

An open letter to the Progressive Insurance Girl

Dear Commercial Girl,

Nothing in the world is as red as your mouth
Television is better
I watch your teeth light up and fill with fat black plastic letters
I am the audience Ooo-ing and ahh-ing
White light
You are at the end of the tunnel
tossing your teeth down the mouth of a funnel.
Insurance stacked around you like fences, like a line of defense
I would like to crash my car through the walls and let in some natural light,
drive you away from customers who couldn't just call, and start speaking in the past tense.
Get your things together, we probably won't be back again.

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