One Step Forward, Two Steps Back. Poem by willow moon pearce

Almost unbelievable, this home TV.
It tells me that Mars might have had water
Eons ago.
We cannot breath or survive on its' surface.
It is red hot or freezing
With billions that have been spent on this fruitless exercise.

Of course, we could change channels
And watch the newest in armanents.
An exercise in patience.

The class act watches on the market,
Still means that my cheap plastic one keeps better time.
Jeans with a designer label, no better than my Levis.
Trends of what he has to have,
Promoted by overpriced magazines.
START THINKING FOR YOURSELVES.

Sadly we look up to the up and coming
Yuppie slimebag.
Who walks Broadway with that special air of arrogance.
Thinking of whom to fire as he reaches work.
Grimacing at the street people,
Whose intelligence supersedes his.

In my lifetime, I hope to see a difference
With no street people,
No elderly sitting in their own urine,
No more thought of doctor and drugs,
Or no food for the week.
We must change.