We are a society that screams Entertain Me.
We walk with our noses pressed to screens.
We talk with our fingers dancing across keyboards.
We can access anything, know everything;
Yet we do nothing.
We will not work for our food.
We grow fat as we push a button and our one dollar meal
Falls into our waiting hand
While we text.
We will not be tied down by the same job
For fifty years
Like our Grandfathers.
The Man will not let us facebook.
While we crane our necks to read
And then forget
Today’s big headlines;
Our foundation is crumbling beneath our forgotten feet.
We are a society that cries Entertain Me.
By Nicole Bates