USELESS INFORMATION...

USELESS INFORMATION...

A Poem by Writtenments

USELESS INFORMATION...

© Michael Franz Whitby



Not welcoming more of the same old…

Fall finest festive’-festivals based on yesterdays’ designs

Detrimental to ones’ ego

Because: all these things have become…


useless information!

Criticism over what’s new and what’s old fashion

Convenient weekday’s worldly solutions

That adds nothing to the conversation

Remains…


useless information!

Becomes unfinished business that will never get concluded

Within these modern times’

Just more of the same

Filled with fifty shades of…


useless information!

Is the worst form of flattery and that’s why it hurts so badly

Because, the first time heard-acknowledged

One thought there was some substance

Just to find out this isn’t a trick…

it’s daily reality!

Now no longer shock over incidents’

Since all lies become same, formatted truths’ when based within…


useless information!

Is like an advertisement for a well needed vacation

The initial first glance at price

Reaction: ‘Oh Optimism!... One feels ‘yes’ this is possible…

then the adding begins!

Followed by ambition lost of a dream trip

That will remain only in scope of …maybe next time…

why put out such a advertisement to start with

When in optimistic opposites’ is just…


useless information!

Is not caring to know what time it is

Such lure in time management will never add valuation to ones’ existence

Not just because ones’ radio is on mode of play

No!

The fact remains one do sport a wrist timepiece

Plus ones’ mobile devices keep worldly adjusted perfect time

So why, the radio should keep informing about hourly past tense…

in days of nowness’

That form of data has turn out to be…


useless information!

Has not bridged the gap

Its’ not a true fusion of anything tangible

In fact it lacks substance and style

Respectability and functionality

And has become one more ‘thing’ current societies can do without

Because they can’t afford lax’ gracefulness

Lacking degree of choice

To be always being force on seeing’ and hearings’

Without any form of silver lining

Since it has not enhanced life’s valuation

In confidence of what’s been seen and heard

within these moments of over pollution…


however adds more illusions to delusions

With lightless chaos of just diminishing magic

In our existence of…


useless Information!

© 2016 Writtenments


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Writtenments
Writtenments

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