Brave New World
I have waded through their recycled dreams
Seen past the words they blow like glass and fill to the brim with their venomous elixirs
The poison is quick, have but a sip and stand witness to your own devolution as proliferated beliefs are slapped to slabs of cardboard and handed to us, taped to Popsicle sticks that we paid for, still wet from when we like fools, hurriedly licked away at our dripping childhoods, our palms still sticky from things we can’t forget, try as we might, our tongues are still dyed red from their candy coated religions telling us that the only way to love God is to hate yourself, but if seeing is believing then my God is the hot sand under my feet and ocean spray in my eyes because our earth does not discriminate, we do
Freeze-dried philosophies are handed to us on cheap plastic plates that warp in our microwaves and burn our fingertips, numb our taste buds so we can’t feel the difference between artificial and organic, and if half an hour in a tanning bed is as good as a day at the beach, then when did the transformation occur from human to trash compactor, when did a text become a relationship and a screen a babysitter, and when did we start caring more about our iPhones than we do ourselves?
