Judging Justin
The net drips contempt
for a chicken
tied to sing in his teens;
from nothing out of nowhere,
unaware and unprepared.
Damaged
by the jagged
little splinters
made of gilt.
Contractually paid to play,
and play;
to play,
and play
again;
to make the pay his mother never could.
Brains of Braun - chicken pawn
can’t feel a silence of the mind
to rest,
recuperate.
Never to decelerate.
Atoms of his sanity exploding on TV.
Spiralling, signalling,
resisting, somersaulting.
Stripped by the media;
consumed, commodified,
dehumanised, and vilified.
This neverland will never last;
wishes made of dollars never do.
Take the plank from your eye -
a chicken speck of sawdust
costs a fortune,
lasts a lifetime,
narrows all of his tomorrows
fit to slide inside a bottle-necked fate.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-25954645
C Byrne
Mon 10th Feb 2014 11:41
Thanks for your comment Laura.
This poem's ending is sublime!
Did you know there was a statistic that around 10% of Twitter activity was related to Justin Bieber a while back.
Share this on Twitter - you'll find many interested eyeballs! :)