Questions, All These QuestionsMature

Are you okay?

Do you mean what you write?

Is this about you?

People don't 'get' fiction,

They believe everything they read,

That's why the media holds them in a gauntlet grip,

Controlling every dying cell in their plastic minds.

They twist them into whatever form,

That they find fashionable that week.

Do YOU wish that you looked like THIS?

Want to know how You can look like Her?

Questions you readily answer with a yes.

You always want what you can't achieve,

That's how the media run you like machines.

Questions, Questions, so many damn questions,

You readily answer with a YES.

The End

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