Is it love when
you can love so many?
Is it peace when
it isn't everywhere?
Is it joy when
it is gone so quickly?
Is there a spirit
when no one can see it?
What about your spirit?
No one can see it,
so neglect it.
No one will notice.
Sell your time and wares
to buy some more.
Fill our house.
Sell yourself
on downown streets
or in corperate America.
What's the difference?
All efforts are made to
squirrel away money
to fatten your wallet.
God forbid fat
anything else
So send your girl
to get cellulute sucked
so she stands sexily
at our side--
not your wallet side.
Stand in line
at department store doors
to hand a few
dollar bills to
shining child-cheerleaders
who didn't earn a dime.
Promote celebrity superiority
by paying bills to
spend uncounted hours
watching them on TV
telling you with apathy
"That's hot."
What about your spirit?
Feed your body by
throwing grease down
your open throat.
Feed your mind
with Life 101 with Paris.
Feed your addictioins.
Feed your habits.
Feed the minutes that
tick by when you're "bored."
Your spirit is starving.
Know when Britney
fails to fasten baby's belt,
but don't know a
childhood best friend's
married name or
if HER baby
was even born.
It is okay.
Nothing exists unless
you can see it,
touch it.
Spirits stopped existing anyway.