MEDIOCRITY
Plug in again; to the machine,
To the TV,
To the radio,
Read the magazine.
I forget to feel,
No time to think,
When the phone rings,
By the kitchen sink.
Or a text beeps,
And your heart sinks,
It’s not your friend,
But a sponsored link.
In the morning,
Wake to catch the train,
Outwardly silent,
But in my brain,
And through my ears,
Down to my feet,
My walking steps,
Count out the beat,
Those familiar dreams remain undreamt,
For just another week.
Everyone you know,
Is plugged in,
Powered up,
All ready to go.
Voyeuristically observing,
Our Cyber-lives,
With aimless surfing,
But I am distracted,
It must be working.
No time for reflection,
Or meaningful introspection,
At work or at home,
No escape from half-baked communication,
We’re drowning in a quagmire,
Of electronic medication.
Turn off the ‘News at 10’,
There’s no need to ask why,
I can travel in my living room,
Through the channels on my Sky.
Conversation that requires,
No emotional responses,
I’m comfy here,
I’ve lost my fear,
No need to count my losses.
Protected by my screen,
A solipsistic dream,
Watching some farking,
Think about farking,
Wishing how I was better looking,
I’m not lonely now I’m in control,
But the servers down,
It’s clear in desperation,
I sold my precious soul.
The renaissance,
The enlightenment,
Have become left forgotten,
There’s something about pornography,
That leaves me feeling rotten.
So how to be alone,
Find the real you,
The real me,
Some decent company.
Rather than all this commotion,
The speed of light.
I never get the chance,
To give you my devotion.
Behind the screen,
Its just imaginings,
Sometimes of desperation,
In real time I know,
You never speak,
Without some hesitation.
Check my phone,
Check my emails,
Am I wanted?
Do they care?
I wait,
Wait and sit and stare,
Waiting for a distraction.
From this most mediocre,
Nightmare.
So plug in; to the machine,
To the TV, to the radio,
To the magazine.
I wait,
Wait and sit and stare,
Waiting for a distraction.
From this most mediocre,
Nightmare.