You see them all the time
Walking down the street like they haven't got a care in the world
Smiles on their faces
Plastered on -
They've been frozen in time with the change of the wind
Bared chalky-whites snapping in conversation
Ellusive snippets buzzing 'round in...
Incomprehensible passages filling up the mind
The ears are open but the mind can't hear
Can't take in a thing at all
Paranoia grips.
The polyester girl...
The dizzying whirlpool swirl...
Plastic...
Fantastic...
And everything is fake!
Materialistic prototypes
The ground I walk on quakes
Derision in the hollow I create to shelter in
- And waiting is the game -
There, I feel ashamed.
They smile and I smile back
Their face will crack before mine does
They snap and I snap back
And I'm still better than they are?
I've joined the evil quandry
And I care not what they think
Now on top of all they've done
I'll add...
I make myself feel sick
A most perceptive social commentary.
A poem that speaks volumes of truth about the materialism of this world, essie.
A product of technology? A spawn from the wars we have fought? A residue from the deep recesses of man's suspicious minds? Or simply a reflection of our lofty ego?
Great title , lady...it fits this theme very well.
'Materialistic prototypes
The ground I walk on quakes
And waiting is the game
There, I feel ashamed'
THis is a powerful stanza, almost able to sum up the essence of this gem.
Smilesz.
If u can , please read a poem from my 2nd hall: Zoo.
:)
Hope u will like it ~!