It seems like the only art left is out there to make a buck.
Distensible
corporate prose
as seen on the
idiot box
and heard on the lips of my little sister
The
nicotine poetry
sellouts
churning out addicting infecting plastic song
A
jingle stuck in my head again
as I smash screen, antenna and commercial breaks
tired of the
society
that has lost
poetry
No more wild spaces in my
mind, no
wilderness
It's all developed
barb wire wasteland
tamed by
conformity
Things like "
the fabric of our lives" coming unwound from in my brain
They tell me "
a diamond is forever" but I just want it out, gone from my memory
So many
slogans making me think in
cliche
no more
wilderness to explore in my mind or in the
society that has lost
poetry
sitcoms sickening, sometimes it's
pop culture poison
ween ourselves from the
enchantment disguised as
entertainment
it'll be too late
tomorrow
Gumball Poetry is the coolest thing I have heard of in a long time. Thank you Zari.