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A Popular Culture
So many ways to keep us distracted,
leaving us dazed and deeply impacted.
I would like for a day, to be free of the circus
What did she say, that seemed to of irked us?
Whether shocked or calm, I don't need to be bothered,
with Octomom, who indeed is the father?
The Kardashians are out, what did they wear?
There is little doubt, that I may care.
I turn on the station while driving my car,
to learn of vacations, styles thriving with stars.
I couldn't care less, I don’t have the fever,
I would feel blessed, without Justin Bieber.
I may be old and set in my ways,
I don’t need to be told, as I get in my say.
There's plenty of questions, who wore it better?
The many suggestions, all for a sweater!
And when Lindsay Lohan is caught doping in cars,
we’re all hoping she’s coping with scars.
We rush to our phones and vote for our idols,
that seem like clones, and not very vital
The hair, the fashion, the popular trends,
we stare, we bash them, we gossip with friends.
The news cycle repeated, a downward spiral,
the same story completed, until it’s gone viral.
Pop culture is fun, not meant to be literal,
when that is done, it can be quite critical.
We've had stars in our eyes since the beginning of time,
it is far from a crime and it’s winning our mind.
As I rant and complain and post it online,
I vent and sound lame but hope it can find,
A few or two who agree with me,
we stew and sit through, but at least we see,
The empty reality has our minds on a swivel,
the tempting fallacies, the spineless drivel.
My complaining is waning as I come to a close,
the entertaining is gaining the ratings in droves.
I'll be uncool and set in my ways
become an old fool upset with today's
musicians and actors, rappers and girls,
positions and factors, what captures the world.
I wrote this in jest, not to provoke a wrath,
with no hopes to upset, but to invoke a laugh.
Copyright 2012 Pete Fanning