To have existed is not enough,
importance placed elsewhere
in a culture where life itself
holds little value;
flailing frantically, coming socially
of any positive contribution
now, before, future
on a freakish sliding scale of continuum,
never-ending agony of futile choices
based upon neatly conditioned alternatives.
Who wouldn’t go mad
in the face of this fallacy, illusory
though it might prove to be
in a world short on imagination;
focus instead on inane diversions
of a media-driven circus, replete
with political clowns and deflated footballs.
Dare we doubt the power of distraction?