If God was a
caterpillar,
am I a
Butterfly?
Or have we
forgotten a
minor development?

Welcome to the collective delusion.
Possessed by society,
do you admire me?
No? Hey,
then maybe you'll hire me.
Just don't ever wire me.
The media lied to me.
I cope through my privacy,
confused by your surprise
with internet piracy.
What did you expect?
What the **** is next?
Do you have a guess?

The world at our fingertips,
and we simply download ***.
You're wasting all your checks,
ignorant to the effects
and lack of respect
for the possession of
Objects.
Consumerism.

These broken dreams,
they haunt my waking hours.
And yet,
my rest goes unperturbed.

If I were to approach you
in this dim-lit coffee shop,
would you bother to give me
the light of your day,
or have you already dismissed me-
sent me astray?

An earnest effort, victimized
by a preconceived notion,
then I turn away, hoping
you realize your mistake.