Once perhaps eagles, now wobbly geese
ages passed since we looked strapping
Now spectators of silly & sleaze
in armchairs flopping, tongues flapping
In our sugar & fat fueled rut
guzzling, chomping fast food junk
outwards bulges that beach ball gut
no bounce left for cheery spunk
Not letting inequality
or climate calamity
spoil our fun & frivolity!
Busy on screens, can’t you see?
Rather ‘amusing ourselves to death’
than fighting for working democracy
we’re consuming, wheezing out of breath
in willful ignorant hypocrisy
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‘Amusing ourselves to death’ = (1985) book title by Neil Postman