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Dancing on Strings

They said it was going to rain today;
It didn't

We're bombarded with footage, with archival photos
We believe everything they tell us,
Everything they shove down our throats,
They dazzle us with situations in other places,
Making us forget our own filthy backyards

They said it was going to be a scorcher today,
But it snowed, instead

They tell us what to buy, what to eat,
What to wear, what to drive, how we should smell...
And we listen, and we follow

We are puppets moved by puppets moved by puppets
We cannot see the puppetmasters,
For they blind us with baubles and trinkets

They said the economy was recovering today,
But I still see plenty of people sitting in corners,
With cups of bus fare or beer money (I forget which)

Sure, the economy's recovering,
For the barons:
We gladly drive our SUV's, feeding them
The blood of our children
Who are, after all, only following orders, too

The heads on the box, the faceless newsprint,
These are the gospel for today's zombie shoppers,
Mindless, yet filled with great purpose
Whenever they sign a credit card receipt.

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Written September 9th, 2003

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  • baitsoul
    September 22, 2007

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    This says it all very well. I am one who lives outside of society while existing in it. I do my part to change the world one smile at a time for any I meet.


  • Creatress
    June 28, 2007

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    Another strike right on target! You see through a lot of this worlds BS and you express is well! I want this world to change so badly! Lets make it happen!
    Keep up the great work!!!
    Sends
    Creatress
    PS Vote Ron Paul !


  • Manicmuze
    September 12, 2003
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    Ooohhh... i love this ! I cannot bring myself to conform to... no matter what. I can't live in a box.

    Very strong statements here, we're all such a mess :-)

    Enjoyed this, thought-provoking poem,
    ~ Wendy


  • sidewinder silver member
    September 9, 2003
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    Your cyncism raging within a truth of these times...
    it makes one want to change things....
    yet one wonders how?
    Interesting ponderings
    that keeps one using their mind....
    yes!!!!
    keep us thinking my friend!
    I did enjoy!
    Keep penning on!
    Bill

  • pruedence
    September 9, 2003
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    These words made me want to shout out the poem as I read it...great capture of the reader! I loved it...it felt like it was coming straight from my mind..but it was your words...I agree! Thanks for sharing

  • Friendly Death
    September 9, 2003
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    Wow, lol! You totally creamed the real world. If there is a real world, the way you potray the everyday life out of the eyes of someone who is saddened, brings me to believe the two preceptions are very well used in this poem. The two perception's being, Good eyes do happy body movement's while sad eyes over look the future, Well I will stop rambiling! It's a nice song, and poem. You could have them as both. Good luck in the contest!

    -Friendly Death, Allison< 3< 3< 3

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