Truly plastic people wipe away the burden of responsibility like grease off a non-stick pan. Shameless and faceless we belittle and debase one another for a little more time at the head of the line. All lead by the white hair pageboy prophet of idiocy.
Technicolor hi-def shouts the CG digital man on my slip of framed plasma on the wall without it you too will be in the dark ages of the ill informed because my sound byte logic takes a thousand stabs at your debate of reason.
The attention span of the masses is now reduced to the shortest of milliseconds and in a nanobyte of time you are yesterdays news and tomorrows compost
Sitting amidst the fray and open my mouth and silently scream amid the din of the lost and stand ignored along the shores of a sea of breathing waste.
Floating now near the inky depths chill gasps again and the familiar hold is at least a comfort.
Echoes in the 9th plain snap crisply in the frost heavy air that tears at my lungs
Soon a whisper fills my ears and fades away
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
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