Walking through a pass of silence
lined by grim faces of ineptitude,
broken by hysterical laughing;
it’s a long way to the mental gallows
when every footfall is dogged
by the screams of the idiotic.
If only I could lay down my head,
deaden myself, become desensitized
from the prattle, the incessant droning,
detach from the ultimate importance:
The numbing daytime TV and daily soaps.
For dying braincells, it’s just a numbers game.
Murder, terror, money, the news chants,
a monotone soundbite sermon and service
delivered by a bland suit with a mouth,
reading pre-planned fear from his auto-spew,
hoping you give up and sleep like the rest,
knowing the truth will never be canonized.
Paranoia yells “It’s US vs. THEM!”,
but what makes the tinfoil hat wearers
think that they are more intelligent?
at least everyone else maybe had the good sense
simply to give up and no longer care,
joining the swaddling comfort of the gravy train.
Author notes
Prompt: Lyric:-
"It's hard to want to stay awake, when everyone you meet, they all seem to be asleep"
"auto-spew": This is a play on the word autocue, the device that news readers read their scripts from.
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reading pre-planned fear from his auto-spew
-This is such a great line,
lined by grim faces of ineptitude,
broken by hysterical laughing
-i love the scene this creates. Brilliant.
I'm not sure if you have ever heard the prompt; But this is exactly the same mood as the song. This is a flawless prompt entry.
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Many thanks. Nah, not sure if I've heard the song the prompt comes from.
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Death Cab!
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Nah, not really the kind of band I'd be into lol
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Lol, understandable
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