We're in a reality show,
Variables put on an LCD platter.
But here is the thing
With any live attraction for that matter:
It's just better
Nobody here pretends
to know
If they're being screened
or watching
or screwed
or smuggling.
It's a challenge that's a freedom
Of a new democracy.
It stands for the swooping shots,
and stabbing words,
and daring brutes -
aye! aye! Come here!
Instinctually
We're tracing back the roots.
I see it has now turned back on us,
Illiterate or book-smart fools.
An unprovoked restraint,
Lurking too long,
Can only be so raw.
Like every reality, it’s not without
A remote control.
I’m shutting it down
as I can’t switch it off.
I’m coming in rounds,
Fed on good words.
I want my control back,
My illusion of bliss.
Severed head in the clouds,
hands are not typing this.