The Narrowing Of Perception Poem by DM W

You possess a prosaic mind lacking the treasures
Of symbol and myth. You avoid refined pleasures.
For you, poetry is a waste of precious time.
Money making is now your god; not the sublime.
You never perceive life's vivid colours.
Your life is becoming duller and duller.
You cannot appreciate great works of Art.
Yet you look for guiding lights in the dark:
Most of whom are troubled celebrities.
You follow them through trendy magazines.
Their narcissistic notions make me sick!
Their literal truths lack nuance's gifts.
Their obese hopes and dreams are also yours.
You have tried to open all of the doors
That lead to fame and fortune, but all that
You've discovered are illusion's crude masks.