Long Dollar sign Poems
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A camelot on the horizon, ending a Viet Nam war, fallen walls and Soviet Union collapse, while the people dreamed on, in the midst of food shortages, starvation and death, loss of home and hearth and the promises of change amidst the Afghan push and independent rule for land and possessions, tighting the hold over the popukace.
People though, are creatures of habit, wealth comes at a cost, then power and greed seek more control until... one party rule without obstacles alone survive the intimadation and lie, truth ground to dust, given in to the ruling class, the loudest voice, self centered, preserved by the dollar sign, the elephants in the room.
A golden age, full of golden dreams and hopes of golden years,
promiseof streets paved with gold inlays and paths worthy of taking,
possibilities that faded with the times, mere memories now
of what could have been, would have been, should have been
had we only stayed the course.
My ramblings on the changing times.
Oh, the internet, that digital domain,
Where truth and fiction dance in disdain.
Where every keyboard warrior reigns supreme,
And cat videos rule, a bizarre meme.
Scroll through feeds of filtered perfection,
Life's highlights with a hint of deception.
Where likes and shares define our worth,
In this virtual circus, our minds go berserk.
We surf the waves of misinformation,
Conspiracies spun with no hesitation.
From flat Earth to alien invasions,
The internet fuels our imaginations.
Social media, a narcissist's paradise,
Where validation comes at a hefty price.
In a sea of selfies and shallow trends,
We drown our souls, our authenticity bends.
But oh, the trolls, those digital pests,
Hiding behind screens, they never rest.
Spewing venom with every keystroke,
Their toxicity spreads like a noxious cloak.
Privacy? Ha! What a quaint notion,
In this realm of surveillance and commotion.
Our data bought and sold like cheap wine,
To advertisers, we're just a dollar sign.
Yet here we are, addicted and enthralled,
To the internet's allure, we're all installed.
For better or worse, we're intertwined,
In this web of chaos, our fate confined.
So let's raise a toast to the cyber age,
Where irony reigns on every page.
For in this digital circus, we play our part,
Navigating the internet with wit and art.
No the world is not for me.
it's for suburban hitlers
who indulge in protocol wars
and middle class wives
in camaro jeeps.
No the world is not for me
but for trendy young things
and stylish hipsters.
it's for politicians,
who will caress your prejudices into a vote.
or for doctors with dollar sign ethics
and wallet surgeons who sign insurance plans.
or those sad soldiers that fall to their knees before a flag,
who believe killing strangers abroad will set us free.
No the world is not for me.
who shouldn't be let near paper or pen,
not with these grubby hands
and beerbelly eyes.
that spend their days
laying cement and nailing joists
and trying to quench an unstoppable thirst.