I am tinged green by these Summertime, Wintertime
The Ad Man has of slamming us against the Shame Bricks
Slicing us through and through
Again and Again and Again
With their never-ending selling
Telling us what our own Souls are
Lest we start to think that ought to be
Our own self-discovery
Lest we start to think
Lest we start to Think.
We all wonder where the Rage comes from
As it jumps out of the shadows into a
Darkened, crowded theater
Spewing bullets into infants
Where there ain’t no caped crusader
Just blood and chaos
Followed by The Bachelor Host Chris Harrison
Expressing “Everyone here at ABCs deepest sympathies…”
— Announcer Voice! —
“Back to the Bachelor Pad!”
And messages from our euphemistic Sponsors
And Un-Reality Housewives masquerading as reality so much that it has become Reality
With their Fake Everything
Now Mentors to the 12 year old girls
Who come into my office Anorexic or smelling like vomit
Jabbering on starry-eyed about The Kardashians who in turn say,
“We’re just business women.”
In the business of selling an image of…?
“Normalcy. We’re normal.” Robot-Kim insists with her unmoving 20-something face
And inflated lipscheeksbuttpocketbook
GIVE ME A BREAK
When will we STOP?
Put our wallets away.
Go visit our neighbors?
Unglue ourselves from whatever electronic device is controlling us this instant?
Take back what we have