Look at this nation, I see blank stares
and about 75% look like a spiff, a bootleg, a phony
of the rap artists we all see on MTV and VH1, just
without the real diamonds in their teeth.
We all have our eyes suction-cupped to the T.V-
more concentrated on the latest Jordans or
Coach shoes when we're fighting this
Controversial War. We concern ourselves with
$300 video game systems when $300 could
give a years worth of food to a starving child in Africa.
As charitable as we seem to be our youth
is crumbling. We're distracted by skin; tight
jeans, even tighter shirts-the smaller the better!
Even emo kids are getting in on this one.
We're pulled on by corporations to buy-buy-buy
pulled in by color, design, price, the lift it'll give that ever
important ego of your 12yr old youth.
Not only are we pulled to follow the masses-
media and strongly stuck to our televisions but
we're polluting our bodies with cholesterol
and sugars. This crap boosts our energy
with our youth as starter fluid we're now bouncing off the walls
screaming, whining just freakin' out and then
Oh boy... Mothers Against Destructive Decisions
race to the doctors saying that Johnny's just out of control!
He worships the shoes I buy him. Doctor he can't keep his
pants above his knees. He won't listen and all he does is stick
his face to the television and tape his hand to the control.
He's brainwashed, I tell you!
Brainwashed!!
He screams for things constantly; filled with rage.
I think demons have over casted him, he needs an exorcist Doctor!!
Doctor! Doctor!! Help my Johnny!!! she'll shout.
He'll look at her calmly I'll prescribe Ritalin, Prozac, Reserpine, (anti psychotic)
Valium, Xanax, and a highly suggested priest down the road.
Take 2 a day with food, call me if you have any questions.
Now Johnny's blank faced, glassy eyed and highly sedated
in todays latest fashion watching the new episode
of South Park.
Author notes
written for poetry class. My slam poem. still working on it
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