Endlessness

Concrete towers of hope and condemnation surrounding a hungry rat
Automatic scrambling for survival against artificial monkeys,
swinging on branches of their own pebble dashed breath
Gusts of dust and wind blowing through their heads
When will it end?

Flaming tongues of giants blazing promises of lies and lies of promises
to a gathering cloud of smog
Microchip brains consume in circles and gather nothing
Life preservers are thrown to the sense of logic of those who think and feel
but the lines are cut by hot banana scissors

Cold hot face packs peel back their skin, replaced with programmed expression and judgement,
eager to gaze at their new image reflected in a scalpel.
Apparent incisions into the public membrane with a cubed and digital edge

Hollowed capsules of life lie piled up, spent and used,
sucked dry for all their worth and worth nothing in abundance.
This crystallized, sparkling age of darkness
where remote controlled lives are the only ones that thrive and remain alive
But for a price.

Square-eyed fork tongues feel safe in the race behind locks and chains and weapons of death. Consumptions shrouding mass perspectives of importance and necessity.
Fat back paper pockets squeal in triumph.
When will it end?