Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2020
Never forget,
while They were
scaring us sick

They were trying to
sell us the cure

So we panic-bought into the paranoia
while scrolling endless newsfeeds
with a sense of ennui
craving some sort of novelty

Make us feel less incomplete
maybe this is the panacea
for our isolated sadness

They got a spot so sweet
but it’s a cavity
sold like a hole in the head necessity

Every
4th
post
is
an
ad

It’s dramatic irony
don’t you think?

You should lean on the 4th wall
and you’ll see them
Exploiting our isolation

Ever-feeding our hungriest ghost
Consumer
Consumer
You’re being consumed;
kenny
Written by
kenny  36/M/Chicagoland
(36/M/Chicagoland)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems