Reality...Stranger than Science Fiction

Reality...Stranger than Science Fiction

A Poem by Apparition
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sometimes it seems like we are entering a science fiction-like time in our world, not much unlike the future that is proposed in so many science fiction novels like 1984, Brave New World, Farenheit 451 etc.. hopefully all of the downfalls of these societi

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Something seems stranger than science fiction

Relgious constriction on nuerotransmitters

Hands stuck to cell phone. God damn twitter

I'm tweeting my fleeting sense of sanity

While beating my head with support beams from the bed canopy

Can it be? An Elron Hubbard prophecy?

Comical oddysey across the rotting sea of sci-fi

It happened on the day that wi-fi replaced tie-die

My oh my, what a dier situation

When fire flies are substituted for an android simulation

When blue skies transform into polluted conclusions

Ignorant idiot institutions,

a city full of convoluted excuses

Drug abuse fueled by the elephant and mule

Television rules the miniscule fools

Am I in  a dream? I feel the pinches' sting

But I refuse to believe in this superficial king

Consequential being, a figment of imagination

A brave new slave world inititation

The writing on the wall grew some balls

And hopped down from its vertical embassy

Causing the description of the scene of the crime to rhyme endlessley

A self fulfilling prophecy? A novel escape

Hopefully Earth isn't destined for the planet of the apes

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Apparition


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Youve got talent man, keep it up.
Im enjoying what you have to say and the ways you have of saying it.

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