The Modern Day
Tower of Babel;
the Mall,
the Mausoleum of Originality;
where a label says,
"Come be just like me
and one hundred before
and thousands after,
be the first on your block
to have the new Jordans",
learning the Value of Nothing,
it should be Books
and not sneakers
you should be hoarding;
nothing made,
it is all manufactured,
the Artist's eyes are blinded,
the Musician's fingers fractured
amid the lights
and bright colors
placed precisely to attract you;
almost laughable
in their pleading,
your hard-earned dollars
is what they're needing,
when in fact it is your Soul
upon which they feed
and you scarce notice
the fangs as they sink
and they take a long, full sip,
wipe away a little from their lips,
then go back for more...
Jan. 22, 2015
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