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Recorded Reading (1:29): https://www.dropbox.com/s/sb99tj7of7eyajj/Media%20Star.mp3?dl=0

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Media Star

The game show just awarded her
An auto that is worth a lot
(Unless she can pay half in tax
She will not drive it off the lot)

One quarter of our viewing world
Sees “wrestling” on each Monday night
(Every hold choreographed
For its falsified delight) —

Inhabiting a home as have
The folks our favored sitcom in
(Which the money they must make
Could not actually begin

To pay for), we find live therein
A tribe of two-dimensional
Cutouts, on whom you depend
To feed three same lines back to you —

A fascinating oxymoron
Is “reality TV”
More full of lust and anger
Than anybody’s one life be —

Nor is it meant that we suspect,
Nor is it hoped we ever think,
A single scene of it is staged —
It’s just another fatal link

In the bright illusion
Keeping us distracted
From the ways in which
Reality’s refracted

I’m not living on the same
Planet as you are
You live in illusion
On some media star

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S.

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