Give me a LabotomyA Poem by Aimee MahathyJust how the media sickens me.An ambling body of mannequins; Our flesh was stripped off years ago By cold and callous hands of strangers. Little could we realize, Blinded by glinting facades and promises -of glasses half full, All the while, we were the hunted Whisperingly being told "You are in control." A furry down advances Across all of our starved backs, Creating could-be fertile Hills and valleys in our vertebrae, To keep the shivers -we don't have At bay. While bleating mesmerizing Hymns to the statues On capitol hill We pay homage to our Moral apocalypse. Oh but what grand intentions, good intentions, Were warped into wired Conductors of loathing That gnashed their electrical teeth At our hearts until We were only shadows Of individuals. Bleating, Bloated, Blinded, And broken- Our fingers cannot unplug The umbilical cord Of the all powerful Small Screen. © 2010 Aimee MahathyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAimee MahathyBloomington, ILAboutI'm 33 now, much more settled into myself, and getting back to it again. The previous about me is gonna stay for now, since it's still somewhat accurate and I need some time to figure out what to say .. more..Writing
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