Memes Poem by john coldwell

Wonder where your thoughts came from?
what you stand your suppositions on?
Did they creep in second hand,
Ready processed, tasteless, bland,
In harmonic uncontroversial themes
These sinister, invading memes?

Infections from another mind
Invading spaces, making blind.
These my friend are cooked for you
In Satan’s slow boiling stew
And in your mind they’re made to grow
As you watch your favourite TV show

Those natural history entertainers,
Ceaslessly remind us we are apes in trainers.

You’d like to think “my thoughts are mine”
But no, you’re just a product of your time
And if it were some other age
With other spirits on the stage
You might see things in a different way
Such as, what you mean, when you say, gay.

What once was shame is now a pride
As popular opinion becomes our guide
What once was crime is now the law
Ten Commandments, reduced to four
The counsels of a world of fools
Now taught as wisdom in our schools

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