COLORED CONTACT LENS – SAFEETY TIPS AND SHAKY HIPS

We had a Colored Contact Lens in the factory called Charlie, who happened to be a in charge of safety tips and tricks within the manufacturing sector. He had a girlfriend who happened to be a Gothic Contact Lens and a complete bitch from Bejing, a thing you could not please, used and abused, so to speak. He died a while back and we were all pretty sad, except for the Cheap bifocal lenses who were under constant pressure from Charlie to get with the program in the safety department. Colored Lenses are usually a fashion accessory, and as such, not designed to be used in accordance with the laws of the lens. Nevertheless, I always liked them. I never had a problem with them - and I miss Charlie, the colored contact lens, who happened to have a bitch of a girlfriend.

BIFOCAL CONTACT LENS – MADE IN CHINA

What are Bifocals?

I only spoke to a bifocal once - and that was my own father, who happened to be drunk at the time, a cheap contact lens, a out of focus bifocal. In the factory, Bifocals were the dredge of society. Do you know all bifocals come from the ground? do you know they are children of the Chinese scientist.

My father was a bifocal, a lens made in china. Well, so he claimed. I had trouble believing he was anything but a second-class piece of glass. My mother, god bless her heart, was a Orthkeratolical lens, a night swimmer, so to speak. Bifocals are unpredictable. They will never have your back. Lenses are usually a noble species, but Bifocals are (and remember my father was one) – scum.

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MY FATHER WAS A SHAMEFUL BIFOCAL

No time to cry now for this little boy Contact Lens. No time to appease the yesterday memory of my dead father. He was a shameful piece of bi-focal, a spin-off, dead god to all those who respect the reading glasses of this world. I am set to be sold like an old boot, or a handkerchief or two stray cats. Being a contact lens, one would assume I would have a better sense of humor. To be honest, this emotion was never my strong point, which will probably be my downfall. I am, after all, disposable. Like the person that buys me, my worth is directly proportionate to my usefulness to others. Anyway, lets see. Shit happens in life. Strange stuff. Situations one never expects.

I WAS BORN A CHEAP CONTACT LENSE - OUT OF FOCUS

Disposable Contact lenses - are we scum?. Are we alive, dead, cheap, sold, bought, traded - are we worth anything?. This is my question. I came from a Contact Lense Factory in Southern China. My mother, who happened to be a VERY high quality lense was used to make the prototype for 5 million disposables, just like me. My father(who happened to be a completely out of focus drunk) named me Godot at an early age.He died a short time later, which was no loss, as he was completely useless at anything. He liked to sit in the Kontakt lense factory, smoking old cuban cigars and watching the Bifocals perform Samuel Beckett plays: He thought it might be an ingenius idea to name me Godot. (It was not)

I am now waiting to board a ship for America, where my new owner 'Super Drug' will sell me off for 5 dollars more than they paid for me. One minute I am tired, the next I am steamed up - the next I am reminded that all I am is just a pair of disposable Contact Lenses. It is a hard life. Out of focus and out of luck. The ship leaves the port without any care for my suffering.

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