#tabloid
High above this
destiny
I can see your private
mystery
Mechanical wasp controls
the hive
Its sensors are buzzing and about
to go live
Over the shoulder, around
the bend
The naked you is about
to trend
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
To peddle-spread hateful ideas
for those ignorant, well shaped ears,
I’ll give my soul and principles
I get paid
if I write about interest rates
or incite racial hatred,
means the same to me
the same commute,
the same sheets and pillow
the same hollow darkness
that saw me lost
I get one chance in fat font
to grab the weary and scared
so I’ve gotta make it count
Where’s the sweet spot
that I can tap with a
keyboard shaped geology hammer
and bust out the fossilised feelings?
My skill is to polish and shine
‘til their thoughts are mine
to sell with ill intentions
and a voucher for money off a burger
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC