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Sheeple
JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

Sheeple

We don't live in the real world anymore.
We don't feel real feelings anymore.

We're brainwashed and handled,
herded and controlled.
Made to behave as sheeple,
and to think as a group.

We do not talk to each other anymore.
We watch television together.
Sitting in darkened rooms
glaring at the screen.

And we need bigger screens!
Wall sized escape pods that
we make the centre of our rooms.

Watching 'reality shows'.
(Reality as manufactured
for us by the television networks.)
We are consumed with trivia
concerning celebrities.

We want to know about their lives, their loves,
their fights and their drugs.
Like vicarious vultures we cling
to every tidbit of information
our master the TV provides.

This one likes pudding, the other one
likes pie. This one is divorcing,
the other one is a homosexual.

Our conversations have become
gossip sessions about people
we do not even personally know.

Groups of sheeple we are.
Content to be guided in all our thoughts.

Watching the make-believe people
live their propaganda lives.

We do not live ourselves, of course.

We do not talk to each other.
We talk at each other.

We're brainwashed and handled,
herded and controlled.
Made to behave as sheeple,
and to think as a group.

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Comments (5)

again a good one.. you write your poems in most readable manner... most time give a message too, yet these poems are kinda fun to read.. good... lovess shan
such a wise and inspiring poem
Hoowee, , this is very good poem, I think this poem is about Superman that have been retired, , But I think you're right, the world come to an end... Hehehe, great poem, love it... Naru Kaede
little culture specific for my understanding...but i liked the way u started.
That was certainly an interesting journey you took me on. I must ponder it awhile. Delightful as always, Joe! and gets a '10! ' from me. Best Wishes, Marilyn