Nowhere in Particular (Man Talking)
On the Road to Nowhere
There are talking heads
The mouths move, eyes shift
But no-one listens
Change the channel
There are pointing fingers
Biblical harangues
But no-one cares
Send in money
There are moving pictures
Distractions, hollow dreams
Five yawns per reel
The sequel is already planned.
Why do we keep going?
(The question is rhetorical.)
What else is there?
This poem is historical
Contributors: | Francine, N, Nym, Kansas Sam, td, baoloa, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 7th August 2003. |