Modern Times

As the TV gets louder so too does my internal monologue
Spouting truisms and narrating the crucifixion of personality
I condemn the heretics from my unlikely castle
Trading criticism for real news, adjusting to the outrage

The ocean burns softly and penguins light up their cigarettes
Two packs a day, now that the doctors have all flown south
The mountain goats sport suntans
And perfect the art of the slip-and-slide

My world has dissolved into a parody of itself
Talking behind it’s own back and dissolving the fourth wall
Asking:
How long have you known?