Implicit Consent

Implicit Consent

A Poem by tekphobik
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When you've lost faith in everyone around you...

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Too bad natural selection is selection is stalled by pharmaceuticals and warning labels (not that you read them).
Too bad creativity is a bunch of hacks stealing from each other.
When was the last artistic revolution?  Do you know?
Maybe you should care.  Oh yeah, I think there's a whole channel about that on satellite.

Too bad science has displaced being desperately human.
Too bad we're headed straight towards a Brave New World.
(too bad you didn't get that reference)
Don't worry, a vacation would do you good.  Make sure to stick to the resort.
Can you remember to forget whatever it is you forgot how to remember?

Too bad live and let live is buried by the old willow tree out back.
Too bad you're too materialistic to listen.  Is that your phone or mine?
Your constant crushingly complacent consumption keeps you satisfied, right?
Don't worry - that is unless your next payment is coming up.

Too bad nothing you own means anything anymore, but hey, it was ten percent off.
Too bad you can't quite scream in bed as good as that model could.
Do you know what your end goal is?  Mine's better, trust me.
You're so self-absorbed you're just looking forward to your next vacation.
...Or car.
...Or boat.
...Or house.
...Or handjob.

Too bad the pills didn't help quite as expected.
Too bad the surgery didn't work out fixing that hole inside.
The size of your dick is measured not in centimetres or inches, but greenbacks.
I hear you can hide the fact that you contributed nothing to the human race by buying that fifty inch plasma tv.

Too bad the neighbour's house always has one petunia arranged better.
Too bad shopping is the only way you can think to fix the problems.
Did you see the latest fashion faux pas?
Are you stylish enough to not stand out on the subway?

Too bad masturbating to your own reflection feels so good.
Too bad you can't look past the literal implication of art.

Everyone's looking for a fix.

Shiny new toys are your fix.
Drinking is your fix.
Procreation is your fix.
Sex is your fix.
God is your fix.
The spotlight is your fix.
Money is your fix.
Drugs are your fix.

When's the last time you stood up for a cause?
When's the last time you were truly altruistic?
(tax breaks don't count)
Some selfish little parasites looking for a fix.
The worst part is that when you finish reading this you won't give a f**k.
The worst part about this is this can't change anything.

© 2011 tekphobik


Author's Note

tekphobik
A wholly negative view of modern society, I know, but it embodies so much of my detest for materialism in general.

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Negative but so true, we are all looking for a fix, the next fix, something to .....fix that hole inside (Great line by the way). I can see you standing on stage speaking this piece to a crowd that would hang on every line. We spend too much time contributing to our own happiness with a slide of our credit card and not doing what we should do, work as a society to fix society as a whole. This shows that addiction comes in many forms. Great write, great read, great spoken word!!


Posted 11 Years Ago


tekphobik

11 Years Ago

Crowd needs to be drunk and depressed already otherwise it comes off like preaching.
Broken Soul

11 Years Ago

well im depressed, I guess I need to get drunk ^,^
On a serious note, Excellent piece!

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tekphobik
tekphobik

Red Deer, Alberta, Canada



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