Manufactured Messages

Manufactured Messages

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

You told us a truth.

You didn’t want us to

Become mindless consumers.

You didn’t want us to

Buy into manufactured

Messages.

 

But we’ve been

(Beaten into submission)

Brought up

To value conformity

And we can’t find the

Newness in our

Uniformed thinking.

 

Which came first

She asked

Choking on her pursed lips,

The subculture or style?

 

And I let out a cry

(Because words are difficult)

And sold my soul

To an explanation.

 

Originality is a myth.

© 2011 Cassidy Mask


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The struggle to be you with all these manufactured things like computers, T.V and other things taking ideas from other people. And you, in turn, take ideas from them. no orginality.
So true, and a wonderful poem

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

Singapore



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I'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more..

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A Poem by Cassidy Mask