Mediacrity (the media)
Airheads like to uncomplicate.
Our brain mass we choose to deflate;
elated to decerebrate;
delighted to decorticate.
We’ve no need to sophisticate.
We’re happy with our heads hastate.
From branch to branch we brachiate
and treat life like a gala fête.
The media all syndicate
In hopes ratings will triplicate.
Hyperboles we circulate.
Reality we underrate.
Truth, at times, we annihilate.
In-depth news we abbreviate,
complex facts we adulterate,
and skewed views we disseminate.
On gossip we exuberate.
Paparazzi we remunerate.
Remarks we can’t substantiate
bring libel suits to litigate.
Our minds we tend to passivate.
With partial news we corroborate
what we choose to communicate
to friends with whom we ideate.
For hours we can vegetate;
in front of screens our eyes dilate.
Gulp down beers we refrigerate
then to the loo to micturate.
With TV sport we recreate.
When our team scores we much elate.
But should it lose we fulminate
so much we hyperventilate.
Late breaking news will indicate
infernos that incinerate,
hot lava flows that granulate,
skyscrapers that disintegrate.
The internet’s a place to skate.
This labyrinth can fascinate.
A billion sites concatenate
while trying to dissimilate.
Towards sex sites we can deviate;
watch all and sundry copulate.
In skin flicks sadists flagellate
or on a face expectorate.
View sites where porn stars personate;
perform sex acts that consternate.
Contortions that necessitate
the Karma Sutra to translate.
Finger nails girls variegate.
With flair and poise they exuviate.
Seductive lips they miniate
imply they’re happy to fellate.
To further help our glands pulsate
on social sites we acclimate.
With words we can impersonate;
be anyone we stipulate.
No one need know we’re overweight
or suffer from a weak prostate.
Ourselves on-line we re-create
without the flaws our friends berate.
Our strengths we can accentuate
without need to authenticate.
These strangers to whom we narrate
will never meet us tête-a-tête.
As bloggers we can validate
views that others repudiate.
On points of fact pontificate
and generally, just ventilate.
Our hard disks over-populate
with games designed to scintillate.
Their hardness levels we gradate:
some easy, some infuriate.
Into strange scenes we immigrate
where avatars peregrinate.
We meet fierce foes sent to frustrate.
Our goal is to reciprocate.
These scoundrels we must obviate,
but countless duels end in stalemate.
To cyber-hell we relegate
slain zombies who then duplicate.
When losing we vociferate
and seek to disaffiliate.
We check the scores to correlate
then shun the game and terminate.
It’s hard to differentiate
what’s real and what we just conflate.
Our lives just seem to emulate
the fiction we prefabricate.