Dire Reflection

know deep inside within your very innermost being that you need corrections, for all the world outside screams at itself that it needs to be better, faster, quicker, number & full of more ways to profit profit profit before all else. see the image you’re supposed to be airbrushed on the magazine bigger breasts bigger dick flatter waist tighter butt bigger eyes lusher lips longer legs pecks that point softer skin bigger bi’s & tri’s stronger more energetic young & forever thinner (you can’t be too thin). hear the words you’re supposed to believe broadcasted on your tv screen, that your nation is right in every way that history is on its side that it acts in your best interest that you alone are part of the greater process that your help is needed so that it may flourish successfully that without the support of everyone it will collapse that the wealth will be spread amongst the many that there will be no nuclear annihilation of everything as long as the big strong policeman is in charge. suffer the guilt you’re supposed to feel given from the pulpit like a disease spread to everyone you know, forcing them to tremble in the midst of absolutely no evidence of anything more than what is right in front of you staring back stale & as real as you wish it wasn’t--- but, alas, it is.