Happy And Hollow Poem by Gary Diamond

Happy and hollow
Devoid and shallow.

The mess we're in; all of it.
Sitting in filth and preferring it.
Not making up for lost excuses
Not speaking your mind
Doing a thing.

Tattered and torn
Bored and defeated.

I never was much for hard work
Especially in long doses.
Seems the feeling was and is mutual
Makes us pawns
Protecting the toppling king.

Planning and scheming
Finding myths and believing.

What a great amount of time was wasted there
In a virtual reality wonderland
Run by the haters and the fakers
The image and style obsessed
Those of title and status
But not substance.