Shallow

Popular pomp aces sit on their asses

Propped with their feet so not to be stainded by the grasses.

Loving themselves and what’s in the mirror

Never admitting what they are in fear of.

Big city lights and high rolling games

Who they know, the key to their fame

And the rest of try vainly to emulate

Never trying to just imitate

To become a tool of these fools

One only needs a TV and a stool

Listen and learn

The absurdity in turn.

The new royalty proclaims,

And the mindless are tamed.

In each of us there is something that’s beating —

A mind that’s awake though the thoughts are fleeting.

We hid our emotions, the true sense of freedom…

In a glass, in a bottle, in little bumps

To find the real truth we cannot hope.

Religion, sex, crime or dope.

The vices are endless.

The pain mendless.

So we watch each week for the new game…

Will the idol gain, become lame, or go insane?

Stay tuned for the future you know

Or suffer the consequences and the blow.