I am tired and worn out,
Things are out of control,
Ultra processed emotions
Are polluting my soul.
Instant reactions appear on the screen,
Appealing shiny images
As sweet as can be.
Wars that kill cleanly
Never wound, madden or maim.
Reliable things and characters
That never ever age
Fresh juicy fruit, straight off the tree
Always appetising,
In the pictures that I see.
I know when I see it,
That I’m being sold a lie
Because that’s not all I eat
In my mainstream media pie.
I know when I see it,
That I’m being sold a lie
My reason tells me so,
But even though I try,
Images spark urges
Which I want to satisfy,
And reality can’t match
The barrage of stuff
That I see, hear and watch,
Including the illusion
That I have control.
Ultra processed emotions
Leave a hole in my soul.
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