Popping Up

In a recent post reminiscing
Over a video game Sim City
Mirroring a pseudo reality
Where seemingly out of
No where / now here
Buildings magically appear
As if with the click of a button

The latest abomination floating
In the concrete commercial cesspool
That I notice keeps appearing
Is some sort of health care structure

Hospitals, urgent care facilities
Walk in clinics, specialized “care”
Along with all the medical marijuana
Turned legal vying for customers
Dying to be anesthetized

“Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain”

– Tom Petty

Is it not any wonder with all of
The buildings geared toward
Mindless consumption and hoarding
(More on that later)*
That now people’s alleged health
Is being commoditized as well?

Alarms are silently blaring that
In the current consumptive society
It is telling itself that it is deathly sick
Adding one more layer of buying shit
In the intangible field of “health” care

Like an invisible product consumed
Through the auditory canal
All guess-work in a white coat
Putting a bandaid on the symptom
Never finding or having a cure

“Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me?

This supermarket life…. is getting long.”

– Roger Waters

Pateint : Doctor doctor my back hurts

Dr: Is it any wonder you are in pain
Besides all of the brain baggage
You are carrying in your mental arms
Look at all of the stuff you have
Excessively picked up at the stores
Then sent on to the landfills

You are acquiring the devolutionary
Pose of your ancestors and walking
All hunched over like a Neanderthal
Soon you will be on all four limbs
Scavenging for food in a wasteland

You have the cure in your cranium
Knowing what to do and not to do
However, since I am obliged to serve
The pharmaceutical industry
Here is a prescription to dull the pain

“I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life.”

Dr. Dre w / Eminem

* As for mindless consumption and
In all likelihood I could be wrong
This is just an observation I see

Mass market and sporting goods
Retailers are propping up plastic
Kayaks outside their buildings
Chained up of course with big
Visible from the street price tags

I know nothing of kayaking or
Anyone who has a kayak, however
With the rivers running dry or at
Least not high enough long enough
To utilize such a purchase it ends
Up selling the idea of being able to
Maybeeee someday do kayaking

So……since it must be on sale
Better buy it now before they’re gone
Not to mention needing a bigger
Vehicle to move it from the store
Then store it in the storage unit
Of all the other unused purchases

See the trend of our sickened society
Buy and store collect then dispose
To make room for the cycle to continue

“If you believe that God gave you the Earth, that God created Earth for you, why would you not have to look after it? Why the fuck– Why would you not think that when he came back he wouldn’t go, “What the fuck did you do?” “I gave this to you, motherfucker.

Are you crazy?” “The polar bears are brown.” “What did you do to the polar bears?” “Did you shit all over every polar bear?”

“What did you–who did this? Who spilled this shit? Who spilled this?” “Come over here. Did you fucking spill this? What is that?”

“It’s oil. It’s just some oil. I didn’t mean to spill–”

“Well why did you take it out of the fucking ground?”

“Because I wanted to go faster.” “I’m not fast enough.” “And I was cold.”

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘cold’?”

“I gave you everything you needed, you piece of shit.”

“Well, because jobs, and I wanted–”

“What is a job? Explain to me, what’s a fucking job?”

“Well, like you work at a place and people call when their game doesn’t work and you help them figure it out.”

“What do you do that for?”

“For money.”

“What do you need money for?”

“Food.”

“Just eat the shit on the floor.” “I left shit all over the floor.” “Fucking corn and wheat and shit. Grind it up, make some bread. What are you doing?”

“God”

– Louis CK