"Destiny Manifested": A Poem
by D Shannahan
For the love of technology
To die for cars and planes
And the comfort to remain
Sick and suffering.
The love of hypocrisy
Where sarcasm replaces honesty
And the language of Democracy
Is money.
Things to buy that's gleaming, shining
Massage your inner itch
Each day a quest to satisfy the system.
For the love of glorified evil
We've become a masturbatory people.
Seeking thrills and fleeting chills
Just to seep our energy
Leave us empty and stressing
Sadistically feeding entities
All for the love of metals and gasoline;
Gold bars and old cars the American Dream...
But what was America in 1490?
Hilarity takes seat next to tyranny.
Can't find much in the grocery that wont be killin me.
The screens are truly Dr. Oz's proudest trick.
And all you have to do is just fall back and sit.
Tune in to the frequency of flickering sublimity
A trick you see, so ingenious we just need us a little TV
The sports bars takin roll call
So I better make this short yall
Next time you find yourself in your local mall,
Ask yourself...
Who's playin with your ball?
