modern american music

i am a lost, hungry and greedy child wearing video clothes and sleeping on piles of gold and apathy. i am a tabloid baby jesus wrapped in tabloid front pages. i am slipping smiles and sweaty handshakes, market shares, bonus points, and consumer promotions. i am a product on the shelves, crying to be bought up and restocked. i am analogous in nature and appearance, never steering towards originality, always heading towards a sunrise of cash prizes. i am a face, but not a true name, a sound, but not a true voice. i am neon, pastel, artificial, dehydrated and repackaged, sent to both young and old, to be used and soon forgotten. i am the paper that hides the real idea, the man behind the curtain. i am one thousand ugly lies for every single beautiful truth.