Society Of The Spectacle (Inspired By Guy Debord) Poem by DM W

Millions of people are constantly dreaming
Of sumptuous superstars & grand spectacles
Beyond their reach. Each one repeats mindless mantras.
From the office to the gym they sing the same hymns.
Like infants snug in their cradles, they are still swayed
By sweet illusions. Their gadgets have replaced toys.
They're seduced by glossy adverts of happiness.
O monotony breeds spurious fantasies.
Every epoch has entertained distractions:
From bread & circuses to T.V & movies.
Today's world provides a plenitude of pleasures.
It's just that right now things have gotten out of hand.
No one wants to perceive the worms at the fruit's core.
Millions of us are content with our dreaming.