Orwell Was Wrong
The world flows dark and hard around the edges
Of the city where it is never night.
And the streets are so quiet I could almost think
That the world was dead,
And I was alive.
A slogan blinks to blind windows
And I know what it says:
WAR IS PEACE.
But no, all the red and white declare is
ENJOY COCA-COLA.
And I do. It's sweet and fizzy and tastes like summer.
Who owns me?
Damned if I know.
Big Brother was so quaint, so visible.
I have no one to hate,
Nothing to rebel against.
Only a vague idea that I should.
I perch in the open gray window
Nose to the cold sky and
Rain running down my face like tears.
I look down on the wet street
And turn away without screaming "Freedom,"
Like Mel Gibson in Braveheart,
Although I wanted to.
Bare Naked Ladies on the radio,
And I look around guiltily
And turn it up real loud and sing along and dance
And don't care if the window's open.
I don't care who watches me.