Poetry – This is a hit song

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This is a hit song

I am alwaysamazed by the tendency of human beings to shut themselves off from reality and live in a nice little bubble. They fill the bubble with froth in a shallow, unchallenging mindlessness. They do not want to involve themselves with the real issues. They would rather live in a world of gossip and celebrity.

Pop music is created for the mass market. It takes care to not make any waves. It is sanitised and vacuous.

If you want to sell lots of ‘unit’ you take care not to upset anyone.

It’s a background nothing. It is pointless consumerism.

I want something that involves my brain and feelings.

Pop music doesn’t have to be drivel. It can be art. It can have substance.

This is a hit song

This is a hit song –

Two and a half minutes long;

Radio friendly,

Nothing contentious,

Totally trendy.

This is a hit song

Won’t offend anyone;

Says nothing,

In a sharp way,

On nothing.

This is a hit song;

Set for I-tunes.

Sweet melody

To tweak the ears

So easily.

Racing up the charts

Straight to number one

Charging into I-pods

Selling a million and one.

This is a hit song.

Opher 15.3.2016

Poetry – A New TV

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A New TV

Our whole culture has gone soft. It’s obsessed with trivia and distraction. There seems no depth or purpose.
I turn through the three hundred channels of repeats, trivia, game shows, old comedies, banal gormless morons, celebrity pricks, extravaganzas, musical dross and material of the lowest common denominator, in search of something profound, interesting or worthwhile.
I rarely find it.
We are fiddling while the world burns.

I’ve got a new TV

It’s bigger than me

It tells me who I want to be!

It’s got 2300 channels

And all of them crap

In super 3D

HD with Soap overlap.

I can watch the Game Shows

Sport and MTV,

Filling all my hours

With tasteless gravy.

My new TV is great

It feeds my head

With everything forgettable

Where absolutely

Nothing

Of any consequence

Is said!

Opher 15.8.2015

A New TV

Our whole culture has gone soft. It’s obsessed with trivia and distraction. There seems no depth or purpose.

I turn through the three hundred channels of repeats, trivia, game shows, old comedies, banal gormless morons, celebrity pricks, extravaganzas, musical dross and material of the lowest common denominator, in search of something profound, interesting or worthwhile.

I rarely find it.

We are fiddling while the world burns.