Advancement by Jody PrattHave you ever received a hand-written letter?
There's people these days that can say that they've never.
Kids that can't imagine a world without Google,
to answer every question that comes up in school.
We used to ponder the great divine,
now we worship YouTube, and the Vine.
We used common sense and opened our minds,
now we're just consumers for commercial lines.
There was even a time where we didn't carry a phone,
to have a conversation was in person, or at home,
with a little curled cord that got tangled up,
and what's with all these people saying they're not giving a...
What ever happened to the good old rock?
All we have now is commercials with celebrities that suck,
yeah, and they're redundant fools,
and they couldn't spell that word if you asked them too.
It's all "i" this, and "My" that,
it's no wonder we've got a generation of brats.
Kids raised with no respect or brains,
chasing pointless achievements in video games.
Lonely in their world full of online peers,
never knowing their names, but calling them queers.
We ask, "Where did we go wrong?"
Then fail to alter this path of self-destruction.
We are only advertisers. We are only property.
That might as well be our slogan, spending all our money.
Buying all this crap that we know we really don't need,
to feed this inner idiot that they've programmed us to be.
Have you ever seen the movie Idiocracy?
It's an independent film featuring accuracy.
To summarize, it's satire about modern society.
In this film, the world is in a dire situation.
Every person is an idiot, many without an occupation.
The government is a joke, the President a wrestler,
and all the garbage piles up and is left around to fester.
People eat straight up lard, advertisements are abundant,
people value money, but they're financially incompetent.
If you think this sounds familiar,
hold up, I'm not done yet.
Corporations own all the patents, control where all the cash is;
work only in their own interests, and control the masses.
People become hypnotized hypocrites watching the TV,
and move through crowded malls like indoctrinated zombies.
Many still spread lies, some do it intentionally,
hateful comments on the web; that's trolling internationally.
Voting is a joke, the options are a mockery,
the outcome is predictable, but nothing changes, constantly.
Are you happy with your phone contract;
a satisfied customer - will you come back?
Perhaps you're getting taken for granted.
You might be getting ransacked.
Question the choices that they give you,
There might be other issues.
Do you read all the small print,
or do you trust them not to screw you?
In this world of technology
does it feel like advancement
or does every advertisement
feel like harassment?
Do you feel closer to your siblings,
or proud of your country?
Personally I'm disgusted by society
and I find it rather sickening.
Technology is a growing tumor,
not the sensation it's made out to be.
It even causes cancer; if it's not clear,
let me alter the polarity.
We were once a proud people, Humanity,
but now we're only self-indulging.
Purchasing every piece of what we think is savvy,
more and more, ever more consuming;
until there's nothing left but these empty dreams,
and nothing worth remembering;
because everyone's disposable,
to the bitterest of endings. 01/13/2016 Posted on 01/14/2016 Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
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Posted by Rob Littler on 01/14/16 at 05:12 PM i totally dig the lyrical way you summarize the plight of humanity today. the things you say. rhyme a rhythm foshizem. |
Posted by Rob Littler on 01/14/16 at 05:15 PM I think back to a time before
Cultural literacy—this juggernaut
Of thought carried with me—when
Everything I knew I knew
From my village, tribe, or family. Smallness
Eschewing compartments of worlds.
Not that I didn’t have big ideas. Or trends—the wanton
Quest for individuality, while challenging order’s
Authority. Who wouldn’t, in their most private of
Musings, venture answers to eternal questions.
But the combined knowledge of everything wasn’t
At my fingertips, at all times—all those facts and no truths—
Raging into data centers to record what it means
To be human—With no meaningful emotion
To remember the past action, just a lulling along,
The ability to recognize otherness is being bred out of us—
We are one generation away from believing whatever
The next collective mediated idea propagates, propagating.
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