No One is Immune

What do you mean,
You don't know,
You just don't want to know,
And I can't say I blame you,
It easier to be an ostrich,
These days,
Than soak up
All the bloody images for sale,
They need to hand out blinders,
In the delivery room,
Either that or barf bags,
I mean, lets get real,
What the fuck happened
To this place,
It's nothing but a cesspool,
Come to think of it,
It's the same as it ever was,
Except now we wade in it,
Record every last gory detail,
And replay it over and over
To the point of puking,
What gives,
Are we addicted to our own  
Self destructive nature,
Some idiot makes history,
Some other idiot records it,
And a whole bunch
Of other idiots,
Run around with microphones,
Asking stupid questions,
Selling T shirts,
Making movies and toys,
All in the name of freedom ?
Money and excess,
What do you mean you don't know,
Where have you been,
Hibernating,
Oh, you're one of those,
One of those weirdos
No TV, No PC, no cell.
One of those bookworm types,
I bet you sneak a peak
Once in a while though, don't ya,
I thought so,
No one is immune.