Insolent minds; welcome to the view,
sounds and colors climbing to your heart's delight.
Pull down the blinds,
nobody's watchin' you.
Marvelous assumption,
as pretense covers rendering of sight.


Cords become chains; technology, a prison,
emaciated ecstasy, languishing reception.
Soul starved refrains; require a new incision.
Dying, while supplying, cures for old infection.


Make no mistake; I too, love release.
And I like to feed from my blank screen.
Known to placate; anything for peace,
but I'd rather tend to the musings in between.


And still we rise; attention to the masses,
paying, bowing, lowly,to the gods we hold so dear.
News, dues, come slowly; to the quivering classes,
sheep approach the slaughter, grinning ear to ear.

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