The Human Zoo (Reality T.V) Poem by DM W

It's another purgatorial summer.
The crude exhibitionists
Conglomerate to entertain us
And learn something new
About themselves:
In a journey of sorts.

Some plod round and round
The small garden pool:
Grunting like their
Hairier but nobler
Common ancestors.
Some snarl and screech
About nothing in particular.
Others engage in puerile
Conversations about
Drinking and sex.

They're docile bodies
Under constant surveillance;
Fed treats
Like chimpanzees
If they play
The absurd, preset games.

And of course there are
The usual suspects:
Insomniacs who
Roam like zombies
In the artificial night;
Smoking like troopers;
Obese buxom blabbermouths
Who eat out of boredom
Like grizzled, old bears;
And scantily clad
Sun tanned, anorexic Barbie dolls;
Desperately hoping to become
Models in the gleaming future
With the opposite problem.

Welcome to
The neon lit asylum
Of matted plastic grass:
That bakes in the sun.
Half eaten meat & crisps
Are scattered liberally
& soggy towels
Strewn everywhere;
Like discarded
Nonsense rhymes.

Hoe I'd love to pin one
Of these petulant poseurs
Against a wall and ask
The burning question:
Whether it was all worth it;
For a fleeting glimmer of fame
In a slowly ticking lifetime;
Where many no longer need
To dig deep to find treasure;
Yet so few discover rare gold.