The panic button was pushed.
A paranoia pandemic
encircled the globe
like storms on Jupiter,
ominous and ionically charged
propigating and intending
malice and malaise.
Under the thumb of gravity,
our species
sees a-head
and worries-
Empty shelves and
idle ATM's
had nothing
to offer
escape.
The bottom line
supply and demand
Tottered instead of teetered.
Consumerism consumed
thoughts, dictators dodged
questions and regurgitated
gossip. Useless garbage in,
makes for rich compost out.
At least,
It smells that way.
Some of the mess we have made
cannot be broken down
in a lifetime.
And what was
Disposable
was defined as-conveniently
placed within arms reach
and whose sole purpose
goes down the drain
after use.
We all became less
flushed with the shameful
and frequent
ease of letting go.
Adaptations aren't always
fine tuning, streamlining or
ameliorative animations.
Out of mind, out of sight, they assumed,
they were the last ones.
There was no TP,
the people forgot the times
Before
being told-crap-
What to do
When empty store shelves meant
No more-
control.
I too, fell hard.
Off the shelf, lastly,
I had been teetering at the
Tip-top too long,
Dust settled
On my broad shoulders
everyone was afraid
to Touch-
Until this one time
and occasion called for a round,
ceremonious and rite
whereby church and state agree
the sheeple will never see
a way with out.
There is no more TP
But a surplus of crap.
There is too much TV
and not enough to
entertain
idle hands.
After all,
happily and
Finally,
some one,
like me, be-
comes mysteriously
Married
and off the market
for good-
ness sake,
Mass hysteria
May Be
chronic infections of fear
closer to the heart
of survival and dependence
as if equal to or greater than
quantity signified security.
Image dated 25 September 1968
Taken in Brazil
Description: Manifestação estudantil contra a Ditadura Militar
