fooled by accidental people
little positivity crosses neurones
heavy dream pushed this of great heavens
the wait a minute while I finish my electronic drug
numbing us down to our plastic marrow
I feel it in my nerves
sinewy pain receptor
I'm replaced by a machine
the creation evil
desperate impact despite challenges
learn to accept you will be replaced
books of prayers need many veins
our great deception will be screened
and our obsession will cloud our demise
does this cell phone come in pink?
does it have 256 gigabytes?
put the phone down
and go outside
there's people waiting to see you
waiting till your technoscrisis passes
the impression of those wrapped in living
learn to not to be distracted
help once veiled
Now do you see
open yourself to the service of others
only then can you truly be.
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoésieSad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
