Today, nobody gives a damn
about what's right before their eyes
unless it's advertiser-friendly,
filtered and digitized —
stuffed into a miniature,
rectangle aspect ratio
and filled to the brim,
practically mangled, with shareholder fellatio.
Perhaps the very worst part of it all
is that it doesn't really seem to matter
that all of the "content," that we "crave,"
is mostly pitiful, substanceless chatter.
It's a world on a treadmill
of episodic vomit,
a chaotic stroll around the same old
lifeless shit like a zombified comet,
returning once every ad block.
Ad hoc hypnotisms
preventing any true activism
by ceaselessly promoting
empty, easy shams.
But there's nothing like the real thing.
Least of all, those sleazy scams.
Inordinately paid actors
fill the corners of your screen to croon
the filthy praises of their masters,
thinly veiled, on a mission to maroon
your sense of self and purpose
on that tiny, glowing island.
Its ghostly blue light has you mostly locked tight,
but that shine that you see ain't no diamond.
It's no opening, beckoning from the tunnel's end,
it's the torch of an oncoming train.
If it has its mindless way,
you'll be just a scorch mark and a stain.
I know, I know, my soap box shouting
is so self-righteous, it makes you sick.
But I'll hold this haughty air within my lungs
until I hear your 'lock screen' button click.
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
Comments (1)
"...all the means to attract and distract!" Well done with this one!