I know another man.
He awakes each morning to soft chimes from his iPhone;
then scrolls facebook, tumblr, path and twitter as prone.
He reTweets and shares some articles on Mother Jones;
solely based on their titles, to him they are complete unknowns.
He climbs in the shower and washes his body face and hair;
Organic, honeysuckle, lavender and toxic chemical skin care.
He dry’s off with a plush towel that was handmade with love;
by an exploited and oppressed women or sex worker, thereof.
His $1k coffee maker brews and drips and works like clockwork;
fair-trade, organic, Costa Rican, almond milk and stevia- quite the perk.
His coffee creates five-times its own weight in carbon, he’ll never know;
as he half listens to a podcast of Science Friday– some neat shit, whoa!
He will convince himself that he understood what they meant;
and then he’ll repeat and brag to his coworkers, misrepresent.
He dresses and styles himself in organic and local gift wrap;
from a company that is just and equal and also owned by GAP.
He leaves for work in his blue Prius that was bought with an agenda;
but he’ll sell it before the emissions break even, what a dilemma.
He enters his cube with a cheap plastic placard in times new roman:
Social Media Guru is his title- a narcissist masquerading as a showman.
He works for a not-for-profit high tech firm that wants to save the world:
funded by the rich, to sell to the rich- capitalism perfectly unfurled.
He is a delusional,
and his default disposition is condescending;
shrouded behind Dali Lama quotes, he is effortlessly pretending.
Cabs and Shirazs and Merlots- to him, it all taste like grape-flavored booze;
he calls em Oakie and Toasty and Creamy, just like fake-flavored schmooze.
He’s a registered independent and always votes for less than evil;
he liked Occupy Wall Street on Facebook and casually seeks government upheaval.
He is a god-hating atheist with a spiritual tattoo;
arrogantly misleading and contradiction is bound to ensue.
He deeply despises Bill and the O’Reilly Factor;
the devoted fans he mocks O’boldly, a detractor.
He worships Steven Colbert like a false idol;
Boldly predictable and typically and foolishly hypocritical
A dogma, a dogma, a dogma- the tail wags and wags;
devoutly faithful to blindness- the soul brags and snags.
Perfect and grand, a life filled with egotism;
humble and whole- with hubris and hedonism.