Idiot Talk Box

Falsified perfection.
Cracks are seeping through
the autotune. Idolised by masses,
but not the one true deity
they claim. Stupidity is the
new religion. All hail the
idiot talk box.

Surrender your hard
earned intelligence, forget evolution.
We demand version two
point 0 to keep ourselves numb
from the “reality” that we
perceive through our micro-meals
and cushion comfort TiVo dreams.
We’re being lied to on all fronts,
subliminal messaging
without the subtlety.
Absurdity is the new way of life,
all hail the idiot talk box.

Poster children, spat out like
consumerist garbage, designed
to sell, sell, sell CD’s . Tweaked
and aided by prosthetic identities,
until Alzheimer’s takes its societal toll.
Soon forgotten, packed away, shelved,
to pave the way for a carbon brother.
The "new" god for us to worship,
all hail the idiot talk box. 

Author's Note

The title kind of explains it all. People refer to the television as the "Idiot Box" because, let's face it, taking anything on TV serious will dull your brain as will listening to just about anything on mainstream radio or the "Idiot Talk Box" as I like to refer to it for the duration of this poem.