Epedemia
Hysteria
These things
I want to say to ya
Close your eyes
not your ears,
reality
not fears
Written on a page
that screams rage
from within its cage
of blank
New York's Spitzer,
the monkey in the middle
can you solve the riddle
of the ring around the hosies
while human traffic
jams the forgotten posies
Tears wafting
in the noses
of those classified
rich or poor
the middle class died
with the war-
no one's keeping score,
what for
We've got drugs to drink
from our kitchen sink
and tires to burn in Suburbia
let the smoke flirt with ya
as the blackness signifies humanity
replaced with greed, ignorance and vanity
Where's Susan Powter
Can she really stop the insanity
Fat cats smiling
exercising patient profiling
Obesity a side effect
of technology
not biology
Religion overshadowed
by astrology
Look up criminology
it's just an analogy
for pharmaceuticals,
guinea pig festivals
hidden in a red carpet
smile
Falling apart at the seams
watch behind the scenes
as the girl in the size zero
is our newly appointed hero
Adopt an African child
and the crowd goes wild
The back row hisses
as pink lips blow kisses
winking at the distraction,
the attraction, she's caused
bigger than Jaws
the movie
While I, the would be
maybe-
poet
is pushed down
face up
compelled to write
this stuff
It's just a pessimistic rhyme,
with good reason.