Society has crumbled,

The world has regressed,

Everyone is depressed,

Mentally jumbled.


We think we are above,

All of those dystopian stories,

That we don't fall in those categories,

But they fit like a glove.


Fahrenheit 451?

Who reads books anyway?

There is no keeping the media at bay,

Our screens are on all day!


Orwell's 1984?

Thanks to phones we have no privacy,

Everyone inflicts their own policy,

And agenda evermore.


The Giver?

Our joy and suffering,

Are ****** away by our constant screening,

And pleasures made to deliver.


Ready Player One?

We turn to escapism,

So we can run,

From activism, racism, and fascism.


We think we are above,

All of those dystopian stories,

That we don't fall in those categories,

But they fit like a glove.