a poc-mark meaningless

of marketing.

We shop and our parking

is validated by a disillusioned merchant.

This dilludes our truth,

the epidemic that is

seething, seeking of other’s validation.

“My Big Fake Breasts!

Validate me pigs!”

“My freedom to poison,

and hate!

Validate me society!”

“Validate my fear!

Validate my anger!

Make me valid…”


Blind fools.

That is the trick of a slaver,

whip into compliance,

chase validation.

Don’t do it for yourself,

remember you are not enough!

You are never enough!

You need my validation.


Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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