a quiet day
..............all around

the town squares are deserted

(no tea baggers...spewing hate)

no young lovers watching the sickened people
pass by

we are well under control now

quite docile
obedient

we chase the dead dreams we are told to chase
a twitter with celebrity worship
(and thus, self hate)

faceless
amused with nameless friends
and transitory "family"

strangely
we seem to like it like this

no resposibility

sitting around and getting
morbidly obese

hardly human beings
don't you think?