Fifteen More Minutes

A morose fascination with the barbaric

That passes as the norm

With cameras pointing at it

As if they were what we should be



A freak show

That only gets freakier

By the fifteen minutes

That delude us all into a constant daydream



The smiles and constant chatter

Were neither content nor fulfilled

But just a yearning for the unattainable



Just pose down the runway

Keep your back up straight

As the bulbs blind you from every direction



Just pretend nothing is happening

So why care?

Nothing is wrong except for everything

Those fifteen minutes should come to you shortly

An Odd Sort of Repression/True Freedom

An odd sort of repression runs through our society

A repression that is based on tiny fears that have added up to paralysis

Both socially, culturally and individually



We are told that our society is free

We may even feel it

But that is all a falsehood



Something is wrong and everyone knows it

Whether or not they know it, everyone can feel it

It's palpable in the air

As we ride in trains and buses

Please look



We are told that true freedom equates

To laissez faire economic policies and "free trade"

Though it's only a trick



True freedom is in fact a matter of an individual's contentment,

happiness and security in one self.

And when society makes it so that is not the case for many

Very few are free

Web Browsing Reality

Unlimited images in a cave that illuminate their faces

Got to make the most of it

So I don’t stop watching



I change the channel once I get bored

So I scavenge the digital landscape for enlightenment

Only to be distracted by the sexy girl with implants

On the side of the screen with three X’s on both edges of her name

Not sure whether it’s just in her lips, tits or both



I click and it turns out to be a virus

Temptation leads to destruction



Is this reality? If it is then it’s a bitch

Formless

Fat and withering elites

Who won't go away as we constantly eat

While constant kings and oil springs

Sit and rot from the inside



Super stars and celebrity bars

Raise a toast to the moment

But that moment never ends

We all stay enemy and friend

Where it's always time to pretend



The sea it shines as it hit the shore

Changing as it does in form

A smooth flow

Where constant change is what never changes

And being different is strangely deranged

Best Deal on CDs

Freedom went for 12 CDs that each cost a penny



Such a high end indicator of class

Swindlers with their bright colors

And family friendly images



Family Friendly was the catch phrase for stagnant control

Family Friendly to make sure they stay young and you stay old

Control, control, control



Give them a choke hazard warning and they'll stop complaining

A label is worth a thousand lawsuits



To lead a life that kept the cracked landlords afloat

And the boozers and boozerunners working



All for the benefit of our own self-destruction

That starts with a bad habit

A Visual Elixer

Come one, come all

Seek the visual elixer that will cure all woes



It has no calories

And besides!

Noone will be able to judge you for you fat ass anyways!
It is bright, it glows and is filled with colors

It will transport you to other worlds

It can even make you feel connected to places that don't exist



But that is only a dream.

Or a nightmare!

A nightmare on every channel.

Since those are the most interested to tell

At least among your intimate friends

It sure is intimate though



Curl up in bed with your favorite

Whether it is a comedian, or actor, or "news" anchor

They're your friend!

They're your god!

They are you as see yourself best.

Tricks are for Kids

People surround eachother in a bar

Huddled in the cold

While unwanted and old

Couldn't find another way except for each other



Used like apple cores

Laid in compost

Looked for a way to hold on at the cost of another

They all couldn't stand it



All a series of appearances until someone is falling under your spell.

It was a trick.