Pop Culture

We're all around you;
                      among you,
                             above you
                       by your wishes alone.
[of course;
            we reflect who you are
            
             on the (inside)out]

Jesus has nothing on us!

                                   we wrote the Bible, after all.
                                       (we are your idols.)
You listen,
       you watch,
              you follow,

                               and we christen you our disciples.
                                                    
                                                                           (some call you sheep,
                                                                                  you lambs of God.)

Mouths hanging open,
                                                              blank stares.
Icy words,
                                    raised hairs.

[Flickers of light,
colours and sounds;
kissed with static,
just a touch erratic.]

                                             Did you not want to hear
                                             Oprah's gospel
                                             today?

A slip up on our part
                                                           but hush little baby,
                                                           don't say a           w o r d
                                                           or we're going to kill your
                                                           [mock]                  b l u e b i r d.    

Until now,
            we've seemed
                                                                 b r o k e n,
                                             
        and irrational,

but now we come together.

                                            

                                       It's time for a revolution.

Now when you are weak;
your sickly thin bodies
dressed in your haute couture.
But wasn't the Versace
                                                        so totally worth it?

You brains are rotted away
from an age of neglect;
forgotten in the corner.
You could've had intelligence,
                                                       but The Hills is on!

The crazed little
eyes in your heads
(this time your own,
and not ours)
scan the pages of
your holy scriptures
from the editors desk.
                                                      Elle Magazine, Glamour, Seventeen

                                          

                                           
                                           You are defenseless
                                           as tortoises without
                                           the shells they couldn't
                                           grow.


And we will bring you to your knees
and we will ignore your begging and pleas,
because upon this Mother earth you are all
nothing but vermin fleas.

(You suck away the life,
and we return the favor;
hope you enjoy it,
savor the flavor.)

We are your creation,
we are your end.
We are you worst enemy,
we pretend to be your best friend.


                                           We are a pop culture,
                                           and we won't stop
                                           pushing                       [you over the edge]
                                           pressing                      [you up against a wall]
                                           squeezing                   [until your last breath]



                                                                                                 until you pop.