March 30, 2012

Ghosts and Dreams

There’s a sickness that’s going ‘round
Social infection quite profound

People obsessed with each new thing
Desperate to give life meaning

Something to fill that empty void
Phenomenon hard to avoid

Clamoring for stuff, clinging hard
To entertainment’s each last shard

Movies and music and gadgets galore
TV shows and clothes media folks whore

We’re forgetting how to live, how to think
With a new distraction each time we blink

 Poured and absorbed through every pore
Everywhere, you cannot to ignore

A wonderful world that we’ve forgot
As we sit idly by in our false-idol rot

Our bodies and minds now so sedate
I wonder why and how long we will wait

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