Our Collected Media Consciousness
We live in a world of media consciousness
Our collected media consciousness
All seeing all being
We do not care about truth we care
About what is perceived as truth
What is fed to us as truth
What people think or say
Against us
“D’ya think I’m sexy? ”
We are sound bites
With collected identities
phrases quotes without miniscule identities
We don’t even care who said things anymore
Instead We now quote the collector of these quotes
“and words are all I have to prove”
We have Bill to thank for that
Not Billy Bob
I mean he was the president of the United States
The president
And the president said a blowjob did not
Constitute as having sex with another person
Therefore I’m not cheating darling
because I am not having sex with that other person
The president said so
No, I mean Bill “Microsoft is my operating system
I shall not want
Yea though I stumble through the valley of silicone
I shall fear no open source coders
for I have bug fixes and security patches
and the power of Windows
for ever and ever. Amen” Gates
That Bill
He gave us intellectual property rights
which means anything and everything you think about
concerning these words right now or hereafter
belongs to me
I take cash: Euro, whiskey: American or boutique cigars
“D’ya think I’m disco? ”
How’s that for irreverent 'regionalistic' allusion?
You are either in or you are out
“I started a joke”
But somewhere someone is laughing
And You are not
That can only mean they are laughing at you
Our collected laugh track playing on a soundtrack of
Dictated music - music we are told we love told
We enjoy it becomes the background
Of everything we do
Played out by the latest classic rock 'n roll radio station
Isn’t commercial radio the complete antichrist to
Alan Freed’s Rock n roll?
“They say that we’re too young and we don’t know…”
What happened to us? “Us and Them”
US the collective
The standard bearer of freedom
Of peace and revolution
“you say you want a revolution”
Sex Drugs and Rock 'n Roll!
It is kind of redundant isn’t it?
Or is it worth repeating?
Since rock n roll was black cultural euphemisms
For sex
Music So hip so trendy so organic
that it could only be described
As the composer conductor of the ritualistic mating dance
“Well I know that you are in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes,
man I dig them rhythm and blues”
Tell me: rock music is supposed to be
The antithesis of conformity, of acceptance
The anarchical epitaph of angst of raging
Against the machine of uniformity
The rebel yell of youth inviolate and repressed
By the status quo by the regime of adulthood and
Conservatism rock ‘n roll is supposed to be
The outward screaming extroverted voice of the uncontrollable
Of the youth of all days the hip the trendy the
Happening baby – tell me how is this
Iconoclastic assemblage of
Modern day angst and rebellion the
Epitome of hip
The exaggeration of rebellious freedom
The voice of today’s youth
The responsibilities and expectations
Here and now
Represented in an adulterous grandfather
Whose corporate sponsorships politics and steadfast
Capitalism rising on the DOW
And whose most curious defiance was merely
Sympathizing With the devil?
Where’s the sexy in that?
You know it is written
That when the revolution comes
“We will become Them”
Hey wake up!
It is your world we are defiling
seize your crown, reclaim the glory of youth
rebel against the norm take back what belongs to you
by your birthright, by your altruism
you are Kings and Queens all
act accordingly
because
we are just pissing it away
through our incontinence
leaving you to clean out our bedpans
©2005 All rights reserved
Khristian E. Kay
http://www.poemhunter.com/
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