Growing Epidemic

People left and right and above, are wandering the halls with heads that are full air, dirty air, smog if you like. The only thing that passes through the air tunnel, ear to ear, is that they must be like everybody else. Robots if you like. These people are walking balloons with their own face painted on it. You watch them, and you wonder how they even manage to think, and why some were even created. Did the man above mean to put these airheads on this planet? Were the waddling balloons supposed to be born at an earlier time to be used at a food source for Dinosaurs? We all wonder how these people managed to escape their own destiny, and we now all suffer with the disease of stupidity. Believe it or not, it is contagious. People who were not always airheads, become them. They want to be like them, because for some reason they believe the orange skin, bleached hair, and fake boobs, or big muscles is the way to be successful. These are the people I would like to diagnose as a dead balloon. A balloon that has nothing in there life, and just sits in the bag of balloons waiting to be filled up with air. The people were much better laying there flat, than what they became when they were pumped with air, dirty air.
Now, it is about time. To take care of the this growing epidemic. Get your needles, and begin popping. It’s time to bring these balloons back down to our level, where we can help the air heads discover reality, life. Life where you are not everybody else. You, are you. Here’s to the popping of air heads!