nonpareil langer

are you even alive?

fingers on the keys

coloring champagne 

behind pseudonyms

with the “secure man”,

are you even alive?

barely tasting the meal of life,

on the stage of errors,

followers conform swiftly

only to be left in glitter emptiness.

they cannot calm down!

in a bowery of dreams

and society of the spectacle,

where will they grow?

it’s delectable,

in the same chords

of unexpressed emotions,

they never die…

see what they have sung, 

tired idols of mania lie.

play along,

manufactured and packaged 

breakups and love lumps

grow up all wrong.

new days, same song.

after they feel those feelings

watch them amply. 

unstable love on a bitter pedestal,

angst turns in her power 

to weaponize your ways,

longing to be a part of the crowd

spoiling their salad days.

now the sound reverberates,

AI-generated, it’s coming

can they handle it?

it is suffocating 

a generation of gamers and gone girls.

break on through to the other side,

polaroid album covers, it is blue,

throwing heroes up the pop charts

as if covers need no titles.

cult is cult, what is new?

adulation turns to obsession 

leaving lingering mental health problems.

did deadheads exist or live?

oh, little girls, tailor-made,

where are the Bobs of folk inspiration?

anti lady grab ass and

sparkly dominatrix crotch reaches

to seize nonpareil langer. 

the mall is dying a slow death.

Marjorie Mercury or Betty balm 

for the tortured soul,

but keep their little faces off the platform.

nothing is here to stay, so flyby.

what is the hourly rate for therapy?

are you even alive?