New Thought Platform of Formulaic Drivel
by Ame Ai
In the age of positive thinking,
and equal happiness,
everyone is someone else's mouthpiece
with someone else's spit.
Everyone becomes rich
through the power of upcycled ideas
so that they can be the First Spit,
standing on the shoulders of mass-produced giants,
who became rich by making others think they were already
and by making themselves think of themselves
as Shakespearean motivational speakers.
They tell other people what to do
with the first 5 minutes and last 5 minutes
and every minute in between,
verbally abusing them with
positivity on a pedestal,
so that people forget how to adult
and take care of themselves
because they're too busy being loyal
to New York Times bestsellers
and because they're too busy saying affirmations
that are not even proper mantras
and not actually in their subconscious.
Everyone starts with the mantra of "love yourself"
to drive off any Kabbalistic soulmate
that their Higher Self lined up.
Creativity is usurped with platinum-plated drivel
that will be usurped by the same drivel
presented in a different order,
like one click
on the same shiny red buttons
under YouTube videos
from the same website-in-a-box company
paid for with the promise that their passive
income will explode,
only to find that when their passive income
is twice their expenses,
they are still at the bottom
of a much smaller pond
and that throughout their journey of reaching materialistic nirvana,
never once did they live
because they were waiting for when
the world changed.
How is this not a conspiracy
of the poor,
the slavedrivers of the famous?
How is it not another insidious
opium of the people,
presented in video form
rather than incapsulated in a vaccinated pill?
How is it not another eradicator of
and distraction from
beautiful Russian literature,
Saturn in Scorpio,
and free speech?
Here's a toast to your organic cocktail of Kool-Aid,
and the irony of training to be a competitive leader
when still a follower confusing Twitter activity with accomplishment,
incapable of saving money because of
ineptness to call up your Higher Selves.
After filing an insurance claim
of being teachable,
everything your life stands for
when confronted by your past lives
under the starry sky, where
quick website templates and population growth,
unconditional networking, and
monetized spirituality events
are null and a necessary moot point.
Posted on 11/27/2017
Copyright © 2017 Ame Ai
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by John Herzog on 12/01/17 at 07:16 PM|
Very inspired and timely. Thank you.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 12/05/17 at 04:49 AM|
Spread this wake-up call. I bet the people in the front row would feel angry spit, yo! I keep reading this long enough it will become MY mantra.