If It Were Only

It's apropos now, don't you know it

if it sells to the kids, we will show it.

She screamed and she shouted,

she wailed and she pouted,

“They love it? That just shows to go it!”

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And the worser, the more they applaud.

They deify fraud after fraud.

They truly are base,

loving face after face

designed by a plasticine God.

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“Cause the crap that they like hurts her heart.

Real Housewives is garbage, not art.

But the masses are crass,

all they want is more ass,

and they don't call it gas, it's a fart.

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“And that’s just the shit on TV,”

she said, “What really irks me

is the flipping through scenes

on their miniature screens

hypnotized by each scrolling degree!”

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You just cannot compete with that-

a sensational instagram cat!

You can’t rhyme with purple,

(but then they watched her pull

that rabbit from out of her hat!)

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Astounding? They don’t even care!

Their attention span’s no longer there.

She dances her rhyming

with pitch perfect timing…

her audience? Only thin air!

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She knows that she’s gone on a rant,

and the look on her face is askant,

but her own two grown boys

are addicted to noise!

She has tried to stop them, but can’t.

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Like the rest, they forgot how to read!

They tell her they don’t have the need.

Their phone does the work

they absently shirk

and does it with digital speed.

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But perhaps this is all but a dream,

a mischievous Goodfellow scheme -

who was sent by his master

to avert a disaster

but caused one instead, it would seem.

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She lays down her pen and her head

thus hoping to put this to bed,

but she’s scared in her heart

like she was from the start

she’ll wake to a world that is dead.