Flashmob It Is

Now they are calling,
A total acceptance of tolerated ignorance...
Condoned and allowed and collectively expressed,
With an addressing of it...
As 'Flashmobbing'.

'How chic and fashionable.'

Perhaps if they supplied the kids,
Guns and bombs and other destructive kits.
Maybe they should call this then...
A reflection of their self hatred and sensitivities,
Aimed to prove they are without identity or dignity.
With a successful escaping,
Of who they are...
From boundaries of their own inabilities...
To face the truth about themselves.

'mmm...
I can't see that on a marquee in lights.
That's too long to get out.
Plus the marketing would be too expensive.
It has no 'flavor'.
You feel me?
Let's just call it 'Flashmob' and leave it alone.
It connects and shows the best of a self degrading.
Plus...
The kids love it.
This is their way to get on TV.
It makes...
News.'

Flashmob it is.
Today's added craze!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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