red hot info channelled into tv, wireless iv dripping tidbits into you and me, intelli-zombies, so we go to work tomorrow telling the few who still don't know, oh my god the info, oil dripping into the cogs of the reality-machine, web spreading in a spider forest, ink spreading lazily in a sea (no that's blood)
there's no learning, only upgrades, only blurbs and buzzword cusswords, only fresh obituaries plus a hint of kiss and tell, admiring locust but 'tis just shell, losing focus so it's hard to tell, to hell you say we're going laughing flaming downward spiral? that's what I heard on my wristradio while flipping through the dial, something about the seventh wave of something viral in the Nile
manmade planet of insanity, I can handle your deadends, your checkmates, and your barbs, but somehow you have no point, no reason, no hope to ease the pain
of datastreams teeming with pathos and fads oft fed to slaves
fiberoptic kingdom sending signals into general population, oh perception has been compromised, common moneybagmen overproducing glossy nothings that catch the light just right, every show live and scripted, televised and shapeshifted, non-informing but descriptive, every newscast a satire and comedy our only refuge.
1 comment:
Your talent is rare. You leave me filled with the last glimpse of hope for future writers...
Kids now days have forgotten what genuine communication is all about. Our over connected society has made them minimalists, at best.
keep it coming...
amazing...
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