I Am For The Entertainable

What you see, me, my ability, my reach

Goes beyond what you think me to be.

I am the parasite planted inside a light-up-screen host.

I crawl through the minds of the young and impressionable

I am formidable, powerful, invisible.

I am brought to life by the hands of adults.

I am built like a Build-A-Bear.

To care, to control

Created through thoughts, I am the one who consoles.

Fair game to me,

I am the puppet strings attached to a new generation.

With electronical persistence, my presence, a permanent resident.

I latch onto the fresh juvenile minds, 

defenseless to the new cruel world.

Like a snail without its shell desperate for protection

They cling to anything that’ll let them.

Like candy, sweet but sticky, tricky

With Mickey on TV 

I convince you

A song, a tune, a rhyme, 

A thirty minute show from time to time.

I am the poison carried through your system

From your iDevice, through the headphone jack, 

To the disappearing earbuds beneath your t-shirt hem,

Lyrics soaking, your brain bathing

In a sea of alternate facts

I deliver, I am carried, I am received.

I am this muggle world’s Peeves, 

causing trouble, I get away with it, no Bloody Baron to scare me with.

I am the storyteller of the world today.

My voice an intangible whisper, sitting on the shoulders of the ignorant.

With the weight of an elephant, I am unremovable.

Getting rid of me, unachievable.

I am the bias that crawls through the news

Reporting alliance after alliance.

I tell you who to trust

I am your right hand man, a friend.

I reshape views 

In my hands they mold like Play-Doh, 

malleable.

I am your moral compass coated in white

Something no one knows they should fight.

I am the thoughts behind your every decision,

I am the opinion in your voice when you speak.

Created with images, picture this:

Bulls eye target on mind of the weak, 

The entertainable, 

I convince the inconvincible.

I am water from the tap

dripping,

dripping, and I won’t stop flowing.

I am so small, but I collect.

My power is built from time.

I am a mere distraction 

plaguing the brains of the absent minded.

Your mouth teaming with lyrics 

without knowing the meaning

it’s demeaning.

The punch I pack

impacts

those with access.

Those whose faces light up in the dark of night, 

your Instagram feed, like weed, you’re hooked.

I am the influence who you surrender to.

I reside in the body of youth,

again with my untruths.

I direct incorrectly.

I defame your fresh, new walls with my graffiti 

I retrain you who to trust

based on skin color,

who to lust after.

I am the roots of a tree

planted in this tech savvy industry

a society of full dependency

on me.

Ditch encyclopedia for wikipedia

because I am the modern day media.