Adbusters.org chooses The Red Pill

The Globatron poem “Red Pill or Blue Pill” is currently (5-21-10) featured on the home page of Adbusters.org.
Adbusters has been my favorite magazine for nearly my entire adult life.  Often it’s hard to read.
Often it’s hard to look at.  It is more often than not a mirror of Western civilization and closely
reflects the zeitgeist.

It is always thought provoking.

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Adbusters.org chooses The Red Pill

My poem “Red Pill or Blue Pill” is currently (5-21-10) featured on the home page of Adbusters.org.
Adbusters has been my favorite magazine for nearly my entire adult life.  Often it’s hard to read.
Often it’s hard to look at.  It is more often than not a mirror of Western civilization and closely
reflects the zeitgeist.

It is always thought provoking.

View on Adbusters.org.

Red Pill or Blue Pill

I woke up today.
I felt nauseous as usual.
I took a shower and thought
Something horrible is going to happen.

My mind doesn’t do that usually.
But I don’t feel like things are correctable.
I don’t see democracy working.
I don’t see capitalism working.

I don’t see our culture working.
I see the infighting and culture wars.
I see continual fights on social issues.
I see no hope for the unemployed.

I see no hope for the middle class.
I see pedophiles and drug addicts.
I see car bombings and terrorist attacks.
I see spree killings.

I see reality TV eating our souls.
I see friends and families giving up.
Giving up on their dreams.
Not remembering when they had any.

I feel like I’m in a movie.
Yesterday after work I laid in the dark.
I thought about my family.
I thought about all the illness we have.

I thought about the dreams for our children.
I thought about the world they will inherit.
I thought about the cost of their educations.
I thought about the toxins in the water.

I thought about the crime on the streets.
I watched a show about the drug trade.
I thought about America’s addictions.
I thought about America’s depression and anxiety.

I remember it being better when I was a child.
But maybe that is because I was a child.
Maybe it has always been screwed up.
Maybe it will always be screwed up.

Maybe we always think the grass is greener.
Maybe the grass is burnt and dead.
Maybe we are burnt and dead.
Maybe we are already dead.

My mom called me to ask how I was doing.
I told her how I was doing.
Then she decided she didn’t really want to know.
It seems I ruined her mood.

How are we to live in this world?
How are we to continue on?
How are we to find peace and happiness?
How are we to smile at our children?

Why are we not collectively trying to fix it?
Why are we acting as if nothing is wrong?
Why are we playing this game?
Why are we looking for fame?

I went to bed.
I slept wonderfully as usual.
I was dreaming and thought
Something wonderful is going to happen.

My mind is usually positive.
I feel like things are great.
I see democracy working.
I see capitalism working.

I see our culture working.
I don’t see the infighting and culture wars.
I don’t see continual fights on social issues.
I see hope for the unemployed.

I see hope for the middle class.
I don’t see pedophiles and drug addicts.
I don’t see car bombings and terrorist attacks.
I don’t see spree killings.

I don’t see reality TV eating our souls.
I don’t see friends and families giving up.
No one is giving up on their dreams.
Everyone remembers them.

I don’t feel like I’m in a movie.
Yesterday after work I went for a run.
I didn’t think about my family.
I didn’t think about all the illness we have.

I didn’t think about the dreams for our children.
I didn’t think about the world they will inherit.
I didn’t think about the cost of their educations.
I didn’t think about the toxins in the water.

I didn’t think about the crime on the streets.
I didn’t watch a show about the drug trade.
I didn’t think about America’s addictions.
I didn’t think about America’s depression and anxiety.

I don’t remember it being better when I was a child.
But maybe that is because it’s great now.
Maybe it has always been wonderful.
Maybe it will always be wonderful.

Maybe we don’t always think the grass is greener.
Maybe the grass is as green as it will get.
Maybe we are thriving and alive.
Maybe we are already in heaven?

My mom didn’t call me to ask how I was doing.
I didn’t tell her how I was doing.
Then she did not decide she didn’t really want to know.
It seems I would have increased her mood.

How are we not going to live in this world?
How are we not going to continue on?
How are we not going to find peace and happiness?
How are we not to smile at our children?

Why are we collectively trying to fix it?
Why are we acting as if everything is great?
Why are we not playing a game?
Why are we not looking for fame?