Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.
Watching a sitcom we don't need our brain
a laughter soundtrack tells us when to laugh
don't you find such brainwash just a bit insane
as if you can't tell when the line is funny enough.
They might as well come up with a sobbing sigh
at a poignant story filled with sadness and fear
a soundtrack to suggest to you it's time to cry
just to make sure that won't make you cheer.
I am not following any conspiracy theory lead
and I don't buy stories of elite's secret agenda
to covertly cultivate a worldwide moronic breed
but giving up our minds is too much to surrender.
That political manipulation with attractive sugar coat
already counts on our limited malfunctioning brain
with well tested strategies to secure our vote
a familiar practice of a gain without pain.
The World War Two movies are always in season
like there are no happy mankind stories to tell
Hitler's name ever popular for some reason
world not ready to cure its neurotic spell.
Now, isn't it a sort of crazy what we find amusing
with all that idiotic stuff where we get our thrills
making you wonder, is brain winning or losing
long battle with stupidity that history reveals.
And that screaming in notes, a musical perversion
that's evoking from our depths a primordial ape
merely accentuating our primitive version
with rap being a short for musical rape.
Our entertainment defines what we are
it's disclosing what really makes us tick
leaving in each of us just a cultural scar
using every available manipulative trick.
© 2022 Val Karas