plazma
Bluelighter
Bubbles of lies, spat from the screen
Bought a glossy new life today
Did you know you can buy love on layby?
Flipping pages of technicolour hell
Drunk on our own excesses
Burying the smell of our decaying future
Not buying? Not good enough
Join us, join us, plastic and prozac
We're the user friendly revolution
Sell your 'last season's colour' soul
Snatches of anonymous news
Same, Same, Same, Same, Same
Shit smells like expensive Eau De Cologne
Just do it! Be all you can be!
You're not YOU without us
Low self esteem? Your pain's our gain!
Bring me your overweight, your lonely, your ugly
Self sufficiency is buying your OWN poison
Buy our image on easy terms
Just mortgage your individuality
Every crowd has a silver lining
Each image individually wrapped for freshness
Take a seat, all dollars are created equal
Just some people have more than you
Ghosts of the thoughts yet to come
Your uniqueness is our sameness
What doesn't kill you only makes them richer
New thoughts for old! New thoughts for old!
If it isn't shiny it isn't worth your time
Sticks and stones can break your confidence
Sedated with your own hollow success
Buy sex appeal, sell individuality
Stock trading in self worth
Line up now for your identikit Hollywood dream dressed in Nike slavery just do it with a Colgate white smile eating your own McTail while Olay protects your face from the 7 signs of rational thought while your Viagra prevents your self esteem from deflating and you slowly realise you sold your soul a long time ago in a High budget spectacular distraction far far away from reality but that's okay because you've fallen for a Material girl Playboy Visa Junkie who sucks and fucks you on the premise of sucking the prozac from your cock which really convinces you that maybe meeting her halfway wasn't so bad after all...
I wrote this because I'm having one of those periods where the fact that I disagree with most of the tenets that our society is built upon grates more than usual. I'm sketchy, angry and tired and this poem is a big fat middle finger at the stupid tuned in subscribers to conventional thought, television, beauty products, lifestyle enhancement and self improvement you're all sick and you fuck me off...
-plaz out-
Bought a glossy new life today
Did you know you can buy love on layby?
Flipping pages of technicolour hell
Drunk on our own excesses
Burying the smell of our decaying future
Not buying? Not good enough
Join us, join us, plastic and prozac
We're the user friendly revolution
Sell your 'last season's colour' soul
Snatches of anonymous news
Same, Same, Same, Same, Same
Shit smells like expensive Eau De Cologne
Just do it! Be all you can be!
You're not YOU without us
Low self esteem? Your pain's our gain!
Bring me your overweight, your lonely, your ugly
Self sufficiency is buying your OWN poison
Buy our image on easy terms
Just mortgage your individuality
Every crowd has a silver lining
Each image individually wrapped for freshness
Take a seat, all dollars are created equal
Just some people have more than you
Ghosts of the thoughts yet to come
Your uniqueness is our sameness
What doesn't kill you only makes them richer
New thoughts for old! New thoughts for old!
If it isn't shiny it isn't worth your time
Sticks and stones can break your confidence
Sedated with your own hollow success
Buy sex appeal, sell individuality
Stock trading in self worth
Line up now for your identikit Hollywood dream dressed in Nike slavery just do it with a Colgate white smile eating your own McTail while Olay protects your face from the 7 signs of rational thought while your Viagra prevents your self esteem from deflating and you slowly realise you sold your soul a long time ago in a High budget spectacular distraction far far away from reality but that's okay because you've fallen for a Material girl Playboy Visa Junkie who sucks and fucks you on the premise of sucking the prozac from your cock which really convinces you that maybe meeting her halfway wasn't so bad after all...
I wrote this because I'm having one of those periods where the fact that I disagree with most of the tenets that our society is built upon grates more than usual. I'm sketchy, angry and tired and this poem is a big fat middle finger at the stupid tuned in subscribers to conventional thought, television, beauty products, lifestyle enhancement and self improvement you're all sick and you fuck me off...
-plaz out-
it's amazing how so many good ideals and intentions have been corrupted through the generations, and i sometimes wonder if reason and love will ever rule over lust, greed and other base desires.
