For months to years, there’s blurry visions aired on HD screens
where silicon-chip boob tubes wet nursed health-deficient ‘tweens.
It’s diva sweeps & treason chic. That’s hot! You know, like, neuvo-clique.
Off to probe our warming globe for greener worlds to seek.
Damn, it sucks, this growing old, where dumb & smart collide
and data gained a light-speed time gives aid to speed freak pride.
Why do I not understand a single text U say?
Don’t you know that with a ring, I’d blow your car away?
Paris once in France’s heart is now an heiress be
while being real’s colloquial on poor rich MTV
Fun’s prescribed most commonly to offset common boredom
Girls gone wild on alcohol can lend your ass in whoredom
Poor white trailer trashiness can drive Mercedes-Benzes
into anybody’s life and pay for their expenses.
Children born to skeletal recidivists of detox
surely reap the benefits their parents spent on Botox.
Now the body is a cell
locked inside an iPod shell
bound for Idol worship hell
hoping their just hot enough, LOL.
On a map, you cannot find
all the smarts you left behind
or the nation you’ve defined.
How do you spell ‘undermined’ in the time it will tell?
Greener gas alternatives can’t beat an SUV
unless it’s in a race to see which tank won’t reach the E
Telling red from blue is hard without a D or R.
Text some digits, you can vote your 15-minute star.
Karma is a strange excuse to use instead of fate.
Vulgar words that piss folks off are banned for spreading hate.
Why not outsource bitching over jobs sent overseas?
If someone’s illegal, do they speak ‘illegalese?’
Insanity. It’s calling me
How can square pegs fit their niche inside a pigeonhole
when all that’s deemed ‘alternative’ is common rock’n’roll?
If you win the war on drugs, how will you celebrate?
Who needs Desperate Housewives when your cult allows you 8?
Your daughter’s eyes need major Lazik if she thinks you’re neat
Once I’ve had a certain Crow, she’ll need more than one sheet
Now I finish with my rant on popularity
post this work to 10 more friends & good luck being free.
Insanity. It’s calling me.