Play Station

Play Station It’s not entertainment But a relief from boredom Purchased with the mesmerized hours of a working life And save for love and friendship To highlight the continuum There would remain nothing to relieve the endless waltz of boredom So desperate and insatiable This need for new experience The human passion continually outstrips The worldly measure we are given Though capable of dreaming Imagining almost anything Still we are tied to realities realization Limited in it’s dominion These dreams we have will never be And as we slip from the pinnacle of our potential Having merely glimpsed The vistas of possibilities Returning to the level where wonder and inspiration Are a repeated indoctrination of acceptance This is not how life could be This is how life will be Trendy little idiom Wrapped in facile fashion A cult to thieve away any individualism Dressed in plagiarized opinion A walking talking vacuum The bleating sheep of humanity Searching for relief from its obligatory boredom And the intricate little details of fast cars and even faster wars Are lost in the political greed and national gluttony For the higher paid heroes and newer roll models Reflecting in this dilatory need for belief in the latest craze We are nothing more than a play station Buy another game and press X