pop culture surveillance
entitlement shootout
plane crash damnation spectacle
airing on the tired bright
tubes of the television set
fantasy--drowned out by
the griddle & eggs hatching--
at my table on 23rd,
no coffee, see I'm
dying of some cyber-ailment
and can't handle the
caffeine, luckily my mind
still beats a slow average
pace or I'd be one with
the clean-up crew--paying
attention, tallying the score--
getting outraged--sure, we
could be better, sure, we're
progressive Trayvon
Martin's throwing skittles
at the system,
Cops would'a gunned the
kid down anyways,
I couldn't have cared either
way--both brainwashed
zombies--melodramatic
walking dead--he
said, he said 7:17
on the crucifix
it's all shit, see,
it's all getting laid,
it's all what can I get,
it's all an inescapable hive
to protest,
and you can even
purchase that,
if you care enough to,
and if you feed into
that void
you should shut your mouth
& take it.
there's no right of complaint
in the BDSM knowledge-law-
fate-consumption-machine,
you're a controlled thought
response robot
so
do
what
you're
fucking
told
&
fucking
believe.
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