DistractionsA Poem by Wallflowersometimes i watch the social world like its national geographic.Fourth quarter, fourth down Catch the ball, touch the ground Stadium screams, all around Fans at peak, coaches frown Make the play, win the game Sport your color, wear their name Share the win, share the fame The good all American football game. Buy the tickets, watch them go Don’t go out and play your own Sunday nights, forget Monday groans Jersey fights, ties stay at home Distract the middleclass Suburban drones, Unmanned bodies we call condone. And when football’s over, Lo and behold Hockey season will unfold. Their competition never grows old, Our egos stay content, composed.
5oclock, on the dot Ask your buddy, save my spot Crawl out your hole, a filthy mole Ask your dealer for a spot, Enough for a 5-piece is all you got. Get turned down, turn around Rob the first man you get on the ground Take his cash, buy your stash Get doped up with the alley cats. Chasing highs never grows old Keeps the frost from feeling cold, Keeps the man from getting clean Keep the poor from chasing dreams The ego of a homeless fiend Cannot compete with greed or green.
We’re all distracted by the bourgeoisie.
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