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.