Dump the Old for the New

Meaning of despair
Is such a different activity
Then describing happiness
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Television wrecked the scene
Let stupid people be on TV
I don’t fricking care.
Then why are you writing poems about it
When you should shut up about it?
Because it pisses people off
And I ain’t in the people pleasin’ business
Of sabotage.
I feel it’s the age of misery
Or maybe just plain pity
How can I make a transaction
Without multication or subtraction?
Old methods of using memory
Dimmed down by Kindle and iPads
Yet I’m around the fools who think technology is getting rid of paper
Check the bookshelves
Trash is piled up and no one cares
I see broken stereos
CD’s, mp3’s and laptops
I’m sitting on my rooftop
Wonderin’ why plastic was invented
Yet I use it all the time
I’m addicted to it
I can’t break free from it.
And we’re cutting all trees for paper
So am I for deforestation or plastic reefs?
Can I get back to it, can I ignore it?
The problems grows
Our communication style changes
I’m so confused by the by-products and black smoky skies
I can see all endanger species dies
As they say the words
“Sarah Palin for President.”
If that happens, I’ll become a London, Cork or Dublin resident
Maybe even Montreal or South France
Yeah, I’m not sticking around
For fart jokes, fighting for rights I already own like abortion, the education I deserve, free healthcare, for this nation to be satisfied, the dumbing down of American cinema or for the
Teabaggers. We’re so used to being on top
That we can’t recognize the bottom anymore
That’s a tragedy
The documentaries are more frightening
Than these disgusting freak shows in the horror category
Because I’m up all night
worrying. What’s wrong with our country
Can we remember our own history?
Never mind just tell me what happen the day before yesterday.
Are we so screwed up
We think it’s okay to sit back
And not attack the bullies?
To let the oil run in the gulf for months on end?
To not help people build homes?
Maybe you don’t get that I don’t want another apology
I want something to be done
Am I insane, which is a possibility
But I can’t believe in small happy endings
All you see is this fat girl with glass and her book
Scribbling hurriedly and crying
Crying because there’s no improvement
Maybe I don’t care about what you think
Because the runway is filled with skinny bitches
Oops did I say a bad word
So sorry, I’m pissed off
That I’m not being heard
Who cares for the forgotten?
Who shelters the lost and lonely?
Maybe if they made a law instead of being nice, everyone would be able to marry
And I’ve been thinking these things since I was eight, baby
So if I still read a book and not a shiny gloss screen, sue me [not really]
Sue me please, since how much toxic waste and trash has your computer made?
If we always dump the old for the new
How can we claim we’re environmentally friendly
It’s not just me, it’s you too.
At least we recycle paper and plastic
To make notebooks, journals, pens, etc, etc
But it seems we can never do enough
Since all of us try to ignore that big volcano
Of the purple unicorn of despair
Please stop asking me about my day or how I like facebook
Because I’ll tell you all my strife
We can’t ignore the big purple unicorn
Sitting on our heads
Otherwise we might as well
Put shopping carts into trees
And kneel on our knees
As I look over my sunglasses
What am I going to do
I have a unicorn on a bus
And he’s crushing us
But did I ever complain about the blue rhino?