Selfie-Destructive Tendencies

 

I’m pacing down Glasgow’s Sauchiehall street
And all I can think about is my previous shell
And how well she fits into this tale
Of individualism to dispel
The dismal future
With the temporary smell
Of 2 for 1 Jagerbombs and leather
Shoes, 80% reduced on sale.
Out of body, out of mind
Unkind to myself for unwinding
Through sane reactions to an insane world
But doing nothing to solve it
Laying stagnent in torment.
Shouting in the night,
My dad runs in, frightened
By what I am not
Cos I’ve forgotton
Where this robot begins
And where I stop.
We live in a system designed
To keep us fond
Of what we’ve not got
And that we’re the items
Of distracted thought.
You think you’re fighting the man
When you’re showing off your shell
Your false sense of self
Sorry to tell but your swelling
Narcissism is just self-loathing misspelt.

Imagine where we’ll be
when the energy
You lend to Buzzfeed
And changing your boyfriend
Ends and instead tended
To inspiring actions
Through your creative lense
They say, don’t pretend
That you’re worth more
Until you’ve exhausted
Every possible resource you have
On subjective material cachet
Your cash is shit
Don’t catch it like it’s the lost part of you
It’s untrue, you know this
As you eventually notice
Your misery
When the hangover hits,
That you’ve wasted your days
Blazed and distracted
From what your own worth is.
Genius lives inside all of us
Pay attention to it,
Let it erupt
Surround yourself with those
Who don’t corrupt you
Cos they’re distracted too.
Hijack Instagram
Or what you can
With a new
Arnarchistic mood
And forget defining yourself through
Your crude jokes and your taste
It’s waste, post-haste, debase.
Feed the fuse inside you
And use it wisely
Let it improve
And fuck selfies cos they ain’t you.

Lending self-discipline to an eating disorder,
And knowledge letting saturate in the mind of the horder
Is murder,
We let surface the appearance of order
When we’re screaming in narcissism’s delusive border

I’m bored with this narrative
We all deserve a clarity
My usual state I guantee
Ain’t the natural mentality
I ain’t alone in this I see
It’s seen as a normality
Forming clouds over sanity
Of knowing actuality

They say we only serve well as cancer cells
Part of a tumour on this spherical hell, swell
Well, I say that truth will prevail
Shed your selfie-driven chasm of material shell.

Yell…

I’m not a fucking commodity

I’m not a fucking commodity

My mind is not your property

Not a mother-fucking monetising commodity

Each one of our compulsive consumerist whims
Will nudge the door closed to the cage we’re living in
We haven’t sinned
Nor at a win
Forgive our thoughts
As they begin
At birth
On home turf
When surroundings have investment in our long lasting worth
A curse, but will worsen
If rehearsed as identity
Let ourselves be propensity
Despite our intensity
Serving Thatcher-istic wet dreams of a consensual slavery

We are useless commodites
Or that’s what we are told to be
Express ourselves through vanity
In expense of our humanity
This egocentric fantasy’s
A modern Christianity
Art seen as profanity
And reality, mundanity

They say we only serve well as cancer cells
Part of a tumour on this spherical hell, swell
Well, I say that truth will prevail
Shed your selfie-driven chasm of material shell.

Yell…

I’m not a fucking commodity

I’m not a fucking commodity

My mind is not your property

Not a mother-fucking monetising commodity

Our social ingenuity
Will cause for needed munity
Prepare for insecurity
And misdirected scrutiny
But we’ll strengthen in immunity
As we live as community
In a space for uncongruity
We’ll find solace in our unity

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