As The Stomach Turns

[pigshitpoet]

America loves to live in a soap opera
Try to escape our dull dreary lives
Oh, the drama of it all !!
We hide from ourselves by
Living vicariously through someone else.
In this reality TV show
Never to realize our full potential
Never to really embrace ourselves
Bread and circuses seek cheap thrills
Our empty souls to fill; This realism
With meaningless materialism.
We are opposite of poles
We are the parasites by which
The world decays into fences and walls.
Painting the world with a tangled brush
Abandoned towns who’ve lost
Their usefulness to us.
Mossy buildings worn-out streets
And all the noise and traffic flow
Perpetually moving to and fro
This painted world, a zillion leaves
Sticks stuck betwixt between
The blue, green and the rust
Man made menagerie in a dream
Foliage hanging down to the ground
Old buildings suffering from gravity
Beneath rain and snow and cloud
Those broken branches all criss-crossed
Attempting to patch up the loss
I used to praise the beauty of this place
Now all I see is the insanity of the human ratrace
In which I’ve disappeared without a trace. ~psp

dr. π (pi)
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