We are smudges of bones and placental blood
On the defiled skin of Earth We are white noise spinning regressively around the clock we are landfills of skyscrapers mass graveyard of expectations We are always online Always on time logging in and out for cheap laughter rush of petty grievances food for narcissism We knee for holes thriving in the sky molecular machines hunting its blue making it another good for us to buy We ask “how much for a pack of cigarettes and a bit of sunshine?” We are fabricating a new kind of disease A phantom virus A plague besieges our steps An addiction beats like a vital organ We are scarce of oxygen and friends and peace of mind But we drag around this device in our cocoons Saying, Hey add me on Facebook follow me on Instagram You see how #happy I am? You see this pic? Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you like it? Motherboard, Do you like it? We are on standby mode We are alone in our dim cubicles Venerating a white apple of light We see Eden But it’s just augmented reality We are reckless parents putting our babies to charge We are all smiles for cameras We are jelly jolly brains on kebab sticks as mouths of quantum computers salivate
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