George Fox’s Monday Night extravaganza known as the Singer/Songwriter Soapbox provides local musicians and poets a venue to showcase their original works, and many of them are damned good, like Jason Chambers, Chuck Sullivan, among a host of others.
Last night Megan Posey recited – not read – recited “Screen-Faced Nation,” a performance you can check out in the video below. This twenty-something has some serious chops. Check her out.
Note: the incompetent videographer [embarrassed throat clearing] didn’t start shooting until the fifth line, but you can read the entire poem below the video.
by Megan Posey
I’m reporting to you live from Addictionville, USA
Found in the collective mind of humankind
Where substances and behaviors disguised as property investors
Develop land on top of your bulldozed dopamine receptors
Uppers, downers, booze, gambling, sex, shopping and food
Are just some of the towns long established moguls of real estate
The city was historically inhabited by massive huddles of the tired and poor
And though many transients were lured in by the pleasure and escapism that dangled as bait
It was an exit on the interstate that you would probably just ignore
But that is clearly that is no longer the case
We’ve become a needle-armed, powder-nosed, screen-faced nation.
Pundits are puzzled over what led to the gentrification
But I’d like to shift your attention back to 2010
When we had just demolished OxyContin
And nicotine was undergoing renovation
The cigarette was outdated but we hadn’t yet created
A plan to market vaping to the younger generation.
So there was some land available in town
And a growing family looking to settle down
That’s when Social media began to break ground
And construct their now all-encompassing compound
But look beyond the flimsy facade of connection
And you’ll see an opium den filled to the brim with junkies
Fiending for their next self-esteem injection
This just in
Property crime in the area has now reached an all-time high
Your focus, motivation, and creativity are being jacked in broad daylight
But the truth is you hand them over without so much as a fight
See, you were so scared of getting left behind
That you closed your eyes and got in line with the blind
Until one day you woke up with your head pounding on a cold, hard floor
You tried to escape, but what did you find?
The foyer had turned to a labyrinth of corridors
And there was just no easy way out anymore
Even if you could manage to free your mind
These days you still gotta have at least one foot in the door
It’s sad to watch people waste their whole lives in this podunk town
They’re like stillborns in the underbelly who never started to crown
A real individual could have been born and that’s a hefty cost
But so long as you search outside of yourself for the way
It does not matter what turn you take, you will always end up lost
In the unnavigable wasteland of Addictionville, USA