Psalm 84: The World's Way

How enchanting are your high dollar structures, Great World!
I’m mesmerized and fixated on boosting my social status;
My bloodshot eyes and aching thumbs cry out for more.

Forget the less-than; kick up the dust on the unimportant.
They have no business walking your streets, Magnificent World.
Happy are those who wake up each day living the rat race you set for them.
Happy are those who create their own gods, they’ll use whatever means necessary
to get ahead.
As they roll down Information Highway, they drink up all they can.
They go from “like” to “like” to “like” until they find who the world says they are.

I give a long-stretched yawn, I get my fix on whatever I’m abusing to narcotize
the nagging whisper I keep hearing.

Better are a thousand days sitting in front of the TV, answering the prompt,
”Are you still watching?” than one day facing the inner struggle within.
I’d rather go along with the rest of society than do something to upset them.
Great World tells me I’m fine and and I can do as I please - if I want it, I click on it.
Happy and compliant is the one who raises no suspicions about your motives,
Mighty World!