Insolent minds,welcome to the view;
sounds and visions' accolades, for your heart's delight.
Pull down the blinds,
nobody's watchin' you.
as personal decisions' blade,
the rendering of sight.
Cords become chains;technology, a prison,
emaciated ecstasy,languishing reception.
Soul starved refrains; require a new incision.
Dying, while supplying, cures for old infection.
Make no mistake,I too love release;
and I like to feed from my blank screen.
Known to placate;anything for peace,
but I'd rather tend to the musings in between.


And still we rise;attention to the masses,
paying, bowing, lowly,to the gods we hold so dear.
News,dues,come slowly;to the quivering classes,
sheep approach the slaughter,grinning ear to ear.