The surburban grassy enclosures of our cities
rich valleys we are put to pasture in
life is encouraging until the moment
they come for our heads
You are what you eat
is the feast of words one might force feed you
From the noble brassica
to the monocotyledon staple
Senses are dulled
apathy litters the track
toward the deafening crack
of the abbatoir
The cheap bubble like philosophy
of the procrastinating and lethargic victim mentality
forms the passport needed for slow complain worthy diseases
A fine blend of distractions to confound us from the essential
ankle deep in the digital gintrap
each little reaction a brick to build a lofty reality
with finger locked eternally to keys
Not a one lifted to apply goodness offline
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