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B is for Intellectualism

Intellectualism
In-tell-ect-ualism… is dead.
Killed by a marketer’s campaign
Buried by roving technology
Pictures uploaded on facebook.

Am I wrong to think that thinking is now obsolete?
Our lives are now complete – palm pilot for brain;
High speed for slow times and
Dinner
In 30 seconds… just add water.

Three friends have tagged you in this note
No one [however] takes any note
That this note has traveled many times
Still,
Copy and paste your face to it
And do try NOT TO BE CREATIVE

Creativity of course is dead
Long live “creativity”
Found at your nearest party
Artistes don’t even try to be witty
Such a pity
“I PITY THE FOOL!” – Sorry Mr. T
Can’t you see this is the new creativity?
Lies disguised as Art-form,
Still no one can see the form of this mindless fashion
Still – you CAN be a fan. Click here.
Add another application to the list of things your mind must juggle
Cause you must be a ten handed deity
Running round without a brain cell
Waiting…
For them to tell you what to do

SO BOO HOO! Intellectualism is dead!
Long live we Cultcha!
And wisdom stands in a corner… chuckling.

Tracy j H

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