My Poetry: Do Nothing

*Warning contains adult language and references*

When force-fed fame

By media hungry whores,

Performing mock satanic rituals,

On Superbowl half-time shows,

Do nothing!

They're just slaves imprisoned by promises

Of prime time television slots.
Busy turning photoshoots into careers,

Becoming fake reality idols

To kids left thinking their best shot at life

Is becoming a contestant

On Britain's Got Talent;

Before we were happy with nature,
Now smart phones have turned us

Into whores for likes,

Before selfies made us superstars

To 250 followers,

now being liked by strangers

Is better than trusting men in turbans

Woman in burkas or even schoolmates

Who sit at the front of class

Daring to learn about life

Outside columns of celebrity gossip.

When force-fed porn

By money hungry whores 

Plucked teen starlets paid to perform

With no way to say no,

Do Nothing!

Welcome unsubtle sex references

Into home via media icons

Magazine ads and hand-held screens

Turning bedrooms into dungeons,

Let them transform Youtube playgrounds

Into places where girls are bullied

For not giving head at thirteen,

And boys are effeminate

If not notching up conquests;

Each told fucking, fame and drugs

Is better than passing GCSE English.

Do nothing

Do not switch on the TV,

Do not charge your smart phone

Do not turn on your lap-top.

Do not become so damned fearful

You forget to question

The onerous instruments of repression,

Keeping us servile

Because until we no longer fear freedom,

From Sex and Money

And meaningless possessions

We will always be slaves

To our invisible masters.