Under Stand, Why?

I'm grappling to comprehend the seemingly endless, relentless, suspense less stream of bad seeds, swim team jims, tabloid dreams and vacuous teens that seem to glean the scenes on our silvery screens.

Science is held to ransom and art is already dead. Instead we are driven to distraction by the actions of corporations and governments who seek to divide our opinions and decide our divisions.
The instasham marionettes know all the steps to the masters magical dance. Its all bright lights and high life city nights…
Cowell turns the barrel and the crowd brays for more.
Screen time whores in skin tight draws. Already Barely credible column inches have lost out to actually incredible instalikes.
Sultry vultures court cultural faux pas for a few lewd dudes to brood on nudes.

Literally doesn't even mean literally anymore.

What the trump is going on?

I just can't understand why we keep buying into all this hermetically sealed, pre packaged, germ free, homogenised slurry. Re drafted artists backing poorly crafted laughable part hits for a dollar, dinar, pound or pula. They show it openly and globally,
they know to own the souls of those they seek to reap,  they must sow the seeds of hope and hope we won't notice all the bleak.
Too on fleek to know this, too much speak to notice. The pachyderms are put in place, the wacky words come out your face, you dance, you prance, your kingdom for a chance. A shot at warhols duuhrmerican dream...

To understand is to stand under, to accept societies sickness like it's normal and ordinary for the normal and ordinary to be whores for boardrooms. Golems in their own totem.
I'm not really down to clown around, this Charlie Brown frown won't turn upside down.
I refuse to understand this factory of distraction. I am not subject to your subjugation, this abject objection is direct and succinct.
I refuse to be obsequious, sycophantic, servile or submissive.
No longer unctuous and grovelling oleaginous flock animals, The ills of your imaginary reality won't spill far into my psyche.
I refuse to stand underneath you anymore.

This is my anthem of anarchy. I don't want to smash the system, I want to eat it from the inside out. Lay to waste the pages of hate and false faces praised for staying tasteless.