Fashionable Distraction

Fashionable Distraction

A Poem by 3rd Gunman
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A double agent a rap / spoken word piece. It's ultimately about how the things that keep us from finding our spiritual selves are the pretty things with ugly side.

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FASHIONABLE DISTRACTION


Taylor made tragedy woven with freewill

holes mended when we tended what we willed


made alterations with life's altercations

complications left us often waiting

for the next fashion statement


Blending in with trendy sin, playing pretend

looked so normal, forgot that we were mortal

now we want him out our schools and courtrooms


because...godliness is so last year!


like you out of date if you about your faith

or out of place if it's face to face


thanks for the ride like creep show

hitchhike through life unaware what we seek though


given the world a thumbs up

relying on dumb luck, but he's tardy, reliable? hardly


diet pills, celebrity parties, a culture of fame up in flames

just part of the attraction of a fashionable distraction


With the quickness everybody claims they got the cure for my sickness

Upgrade your wardrobe, infomercial purpose, get with the wickedness

Reality is TV, ignorance is infinite


Paternity test are like a game show

Arranged too is marriage televised

Telling lies like nothing is sacred, so they fake it


Lights, Camera, Action!

Attacking your sense of self worth

Acting like super models ain't got problems or weakness


But trust. Victoria got secrets

On hush. Pictorial white lies

Of lust, false expectations are a front


Like Megan Fox maybe hot

But so is Salem's Lot 

So that ain't saying a lot

I'm saying just watch


They ain't all that attractive

Just part of a the attraction of a Fashionable distraction


Wolves in performance fleece full of deceit

It's like pulling teeth pushing for peace

Even lies are obsolete

when you invent enough truths

Through optional doctrine

They call it doctrine 

because they doctoring interpretations

 

Hurting the nation.

They want to be right more than they want to be right

The left just want to accept. So nothings left


The rest drown in credit card debt, hard pressed, to guard against,

consumerism the new prison, suburban indifference, to an urban enrichment,

every person is gifted, but every person ain't given


Every persons they're own franchise

stepping on promise land mines in a field of dreams

filled with schemes, they kill for cream

but


Christ


rules


everything


around me

© 2014 3rd Gunman


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Added on May 22, 2014
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3rd Gunman
3rd Gunman

Louisville, KY



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3rd Gunman is a former West Coast Rapper turned Spoken Word artist and Slam Poet, recently moving towards fiction and short stories, aspiring to become a comics writer. Growing up in and on the gol.. more..

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