fauxpology

precious rhetoric of politicians fueled and backed by moneyed
interests
avec slippery sliding lies
the darkest and the most unknown
with the biggest brighten most squeaky smiles that you ever did see shine
self-proclaimed kings trying to wear worker’s clothes
we
click on the idiot box
we sit
we watch
we listen
we complain
we throw verbal stones at the screen
and then the program ends
and we go
back
to our regular
programming
hmmm
who isn’t guilty of soaking up in apathy?
these days we wear it on our foreheads
net-surfing & gaming
escaping
escaping
escaping
backbone of the 21st century
all waiting for the virtual reality mates
to be pumped out from the techno-dealers
so we never have to leave our house again
and we can
fuck all day and night
hooked up to our pc’s
never having to converse again
with somebody
who might not be in the mood for
fooling in the evening
and we’ll turn off and tune out
forget the world outside
we’ll make sure that all our friends are doing it
all blanked out quick
like one big social suicide
maybe we’ll see them in the vitual-world
the one that we ourselves create
but then they’d just be preferred versions of ourselves
no doubt
the best bff’s that we could ever orchestrate
we’ll turn the volume up
so we can’t hear the bombs going off
or the bio-terror going on outside
and we’ll forget the wars we’re starting to squeeze all the oil and resources
from those who unluckily
reside
outside our borders
the ones left round our own virtual selves
and we’ll live forever and ever and ever
immune to the shallow threats of judgment & burning eternally
in some kind of hell
there’ll be no need anymore for such fictions
when we’re all perpetually numb
our sex organs rubbed raw like sandpaper
and our minds slushy
full of opiates, sedatives and
smut
so look forward to the future
save up that money
while you can
and believe everything that your hear those talking heads say on the
tele
and keep
believing
in
peter pan.