Tell me what to do.
Show me what to buy.
I have no imagination.
And I don’t question, “Why?”
There is an angel on TV,
so pale with wings of gold,
and not much else, I see.
That’s how we are controlled.
On the evening news,
they shot a Black man dead.
He was such a big Black brute,
I’m surprised his blood was red.
There’s a child with a pellet gun.
The cops are on the scene.
They shot him in cold blood.
He’s Black; that kill was clean.
I’ve done my nine to five.
And homeward bound am I.
There goes a homeless man,
why don’t those people die?
The billboards scream at me.
And I look at all the news.
I have no thoughts to own.
Inside my head, insert your views.
Tell me who to hate,
and you know it will be done.
Repeat and play it back.
Don’t pause, just hit rerun.
Shield me from the world.
Tune me in to mindless drivel.
For my brain, I have no use.
And like a penis, it will shrivel.
They’ve got a pump for that,
so I can masturbate to porn.
I don’t need to think or feel.
Inside a tube, my seed is born.
There is nothing I can’t do.
I take such great delight,
that I was not born Black.
I am privileged because I’m white!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland
Is unemployment down or are they messing with our head?
If the jobs are just not there; might as well just stay in bed.
So, you’re moving in with mom and mom is moving in with me.
What the hell is going on? There are those who still can’t see.
The economy’s on the rebound; that’s what is in the news.
But my reality is so different from what the hacks effuse.
Stop listening to their noise; don’t buy into their shit.
Their rags are corporate owned, find the truth that they omit.
They falsify the numbers and they screw us every day.
It all just makes no sense. What the hell? They think we’re fey?
They’ll sell to you a smartphone which tells me that you’re dumb.
You’ve a brain inside your head, but it’s useless when you’re numb.
Your life is not your own, they’ve convinced you not to think.
They fill you with their pills and they send you to a shrink.
You never question this; they’ve hypnotized you well.
The drivel that you watch has you caught up in their spell.
They’ve studied you so long and sown you up real tight.
You’re their mindless, willing drone; who gave up without a fight.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland