Poem: Content

By Rachel Foxworth

Hell bent

On content

It's hollow

It's cheap

It's fragile

We're sheep

I can't win

We all lose

Mind's fucked

To be amused

An entire generation

Just got used

The population

Should get a clue

And I know

(We all know)

We're well aware

That it's bad

We're already there

But we just laugh

We don't care

We turn backs

To dead stares

And did we forget

What it means?

Content?

Undo the seams

At the core

Just spill the guts

You don't need more

You have enough

We're all whores

Strung out on love

Dopamine

Helluva drug

I've hit the floor

Just pull the plug.