I’m lost in a mass of conflicting images.
Springtime in winter.
The miracle of birth on fifty widescreen inches.

I’m confused by the abundance of information.
So many instant winners.
The start of another warped tradition.

I’m drowning in a sea of irrelevance.
Money for sinners.
The need for the proper political stance.

I watch to learn,
But I don’t learn what I need to know.
I watch for entertainment,
But I have to laugh more at myself than the show.
I watch as we lose control
Intelligence low.

I can’t break away from the onslaught of images.
I can’t make sense of the useless information.
Irrelevance has won,
Just show it where the stage is.

© 2011 Wasted Space Publishing