I Live On Fantasy Island Poem by James Tipp

I live on fantasy island
Nothing is ruled out nothing ruled in
In reality there seems no rules at all.
I can sell sex to the young through pop
But this is not abuse because it only a video
I can sell lies as truth and truth what is truth?
Everything said has to be interpreted by experts
Who never make decisions, only guess
But we prefer the guess’s it’s more interesting
If everyone is wrong then I am exonerated.
I can live inside the moving picture on the wall
Inside other peoples lives without getting hurt
Inside other peoples fantasies, image makers
Pretending to mirror life, we forget their actors.
I can pretend that if I floss, shower and deodorise
Drink Barcardi breezers I’ll be ‘cool’ irresistible, a stud.
I can spend money I don’t’ have on things I don’t need
Then vote for Green Peace to save the world.
I can drive a four wheel drive to the office
Tar macadam all the way not a field in sight
Then blame others for the ozone layer.
All this I can do because I live on fantasy island
Which many call ‘Great Britain’