Our lights are on, but we’re not home.
Our minds are not our own…
Our hearts sweat, our bodies shake.
Another dramafix is what it takes.
We under-sleep, we over-eat/shop/drink/self-medicate/chime in/whine/share/post/tweet…
No doubt, we’re in deep.
Our throats so tight, we can’t breathe.
The next dramafix is all we need.
Whoa, we like to think that we’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah.
Closer to the truth to say we can’t get enough.
We’re gonna have to face it, 
we’re addicted to dramalove.
We see the signs, but we can’t read (between the lines).
We’re running at a different speed…
Whoa, we like to think that we’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah.
Closer to the truth, we can’t get enough. 
Gonna have to face it, we’re addicted to dramalove.
Picture that with Robert Palmer and a bunch of scantily-clad Hashtags gyrating behind him. 
Drama is amazing for books, movies, TV shows (also the only place we should see giant shoulder pads), especially soap operas (daytime or prime time)… 
but it shouldn’t be the dish-of-the-day in politics and the news. 
We’re acting like we’re in the throes of teen angst…forever. 
Drama distracts us from people stealing: power, money, rights, hopes, dreams, sanity, democracy itself. 
It keeps us looking past the smoke and mirrors, the fluffy and the oh-so shallow. 
We see drama everywhere, except behind the curtain where the wizard of awwws is pulling all the levers, pushing all the buttons. 
While we’re fighting, blaming, quibbling, crying, decrying, they’re all, ‘Eat, Sleep, Rule The Galaxy, Repeat’.
“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” ~Maya Angelou. 
Come on, America, Canada, Britain, Europe, China, Russia, and the whole wide world, we know better, we should do better.
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