I will never finish this poem

the litigation has picked their poison master!

the opiate of the illiterate, unwashed masses has been televised

oh is the addiction strong

season after season

show after show

fresh (and not so fresh) faced

full grown adolescents

pour into audition contests

to be the next great jackass

exhibitionistic behaviors becomes our escapist savior

the light of the stars

searching for our eye

how long is 15 minutes exactly andy?

we will not be satisfied

with what we have

we will not behave appropriately

we will fight and drink

not to mention

lick, suck, fuck and fondle

our way to the top teir trajectory

inching closer to the great green briefcase

as we backstab and strategize

using our friends against themselves

this is the story of what happens

when eight strangers stop being nice

and start being real

when real comprehends to

sending in a audition tape

manufactured moments in life to show the vaguely interesting

twenty minutes of their day

that tape lands you in a house paid for by the media machine

not to mention alcohol and cigarettes

not to furthermore mention a job handily provided

and taped as the wall of niceties crumbles

as the bubble wrap is popped on

freshly wrapped concepts of

american polite,educated society

(news flash: the actual educated polite americans move to europe)

how can we evolve spiritually and politically as a nation

when misery and buffoonery

serve as primary forms of entertainment

colloquium of conglomeration

well sir, if i may use the term loosely,

you've made quite the inconceivable ass of yourself on national television

too bad no one will hire you

being that they've now seen what an alcoholic,

bipolar, spotlight hungry, screaming diva you are

i've got quite the grand idea

why don't you come host a night of binge drinking at my overrated, overpriced nightclub

i mean, it does seem to be the only area you excel at

drinking excessively at trendy hotspots

and we need a boost in business

the ladies will just throw themselves at you

oh where did the educated americans go

(they went to europe)

they're not writing poetry

for poetry in america is dead

at least i still am

for the time that i'm stuck here in the states

maybe i'm writing poetry that decries the same show that i clamor to every wednesday

maybe i got stoned and made some sort of audition tape

hoping to be a sane voice amongst the blithering idiots

or maybe i'm just the animal in hiding

innocent deer nibbling on the grass

cute, elegant, passerby's delight

in a costume getup

wolf in disguise

sarcastic, didactic, a touch oh so flamboyant

seeking to channel his distaste

by abusing the system himself

swinging from brass ring to silver, to cynical star

oh how the self-important have fallen

oh it could be worse

i could be searching for love in all the encrusted places

eight different seasons amounting hundreds of faces

love forced in mere weeks

leads to failed marriage

schedule a new show, and watch them destruct

oh wiat, here's another one

we have some camera film left over!

let's build them back up

do try to arrange a cliffhanger ending

our fall line-up seems a bit soft

show after show give the hopefuls new games

recycle your pawns across the chessboard of fame

schadenfreude is virtue

in half-lives of housewives

as the gossip rags transform our celebrities

our actors, our singers,

and someday you and me

as free entertainment

free market property

reality television obsession

escapist passionate mind fucking sex

you gladly dip your tongue into the mouth of the devil

he beats your compassion

and he rapes your sensibilities

oh but his red pointy cock feels so nice lodged in my tight little ass

your dick-tipped addiction it spirals deeper than his thrust

mind and anus dethroned in channel surfing wanderlust

I WILL NOT ACCEPT YOUR ROD

TO THE ENTRANCE OF MY VIRGIN HOLE

I WILL THINK

I WILL SPEAK

I WILL WRITE

I WILL SING

for the fires of creation

for original detail

alas, the housewife

resolve not as strong as me

she compares her life to the

celebutante, debutante queen

paparazzi captures their

every move so you can digest

your own tedious life

those mundane and obviously unimportant tasks of

caring for children

providing for families

living well within their means

observing the outcome of a dream they never chased

or even had for that matter

until they realized for some reason

they were stuck in such an awful rut

if you wanted it so bad

you should have made your run at it

instead read a book

obtain some knowledge

aside from what so and so wore to the goddamn oscars

get involved with politics

take up a hobby that enhances your mind

as opposed to your thighs

we are lacking

we are losing

i am moving to France

i am disgusted with how we stare

at the ticking time bombs dance