High Society - by Kevin Eno

Here's another poem from Kevin Eno written who knows when that he sent us a really long time ago. (The Literary Brothel seeks eager undergraduates for bookkeeper internship). When we published Horror Movies he complained we got his format wrong, so this time we actually opened the attached file. Thanks for the tip. -KV

High Society

Is this High Society?

Or is society high?

High on prozac, or marplan, or elavil, or
lithium carbonate, or phenothyazines
or any other drugs that would make
Philippe Pinel want to overdose on Haldol.

High on exhaust fumes spewing from the
tail pipes of inefficient automobiles
like cheap beer from the mouths
of the drunkards behind the wheel.

High on life; a life enslaving billions
so we can have our Nikes, our cell
phones, our radios, our video games,
our bananas, and our MTV.

High on weed that puts money into
the hands of con-artists and killers
and robs the young of their livelihood;
replacing their dreams with nothing
more than an over-priced emotion.

High on war; wars that are taking
place on the other side of the world
when we can't even feed our hungry
and care for our sick.

High on anything that keeps us from
realizing just how low we
really are.

IKENOI