Thank you for showing me how I should be...
for every finger that ever tickled my tonsils
in hopes of regurgitating the image you promote.
Thank you for teaching me
that in this world, the majority of the people
are as shallow as the information you feed them
You would think, if I existed on your steady diet
of plastic, lies, and propaganda
that I'd feel okay...doped up
brainwashed and committed to every war
you ever teased me with.
It was when I realized the war was against me
that I became fearful.
Microchipped and snipped
prepped for reality tv
every line committed to memory
every mind committed to slavery
Onward media moguls march
...oh right...we do that for them.
Digitized pulpits in hologram churches
where my supposed sisters stand to preach
that my body is not my own
Tell me their bras aren't burning in the flames of the very hell fires they hope will purge my freethinking ways
A hippie, A freak, A sadist, A beast
for I dare to look beyond the channel, the screen
know what I mean?
Brand names may elude me
with oxblood exceptions
Band names fill the bible
that rests on the night table
where you beg me to say my prayers
Completely trumped up and fabricated
If you're them your loved, if you're not your hated
or relentlessly medicated
Your very soul to become laminated
Feeling a little bit frustrated
in your attempts to prove you're not?
Sit back, relax
the world's just fine
and never mind the words whispered in the white noise of REM as you slumber in front of the tube
Fear not the disconnection
we all know waking up is hard to do.
A mass-media prompt...Brian...I can not wait to see what the other poets have to offer up for Poetics today...I got a little irate...and am need of a drink ;) Headed to the dVersePoets Pub...your words are always welcome!