religion was once
the morphine of the masses
but god is dead
so we found a new drug
in social media
a pre-cemetery
of faces in boxes
love, hate, anger, and annihilation
shuffled neatly into 140 characters or less
using language
as ugly as our lives
to keep us busy
the illusion of action
the illusion of freedom
we are happy toddlers with our toys
uncle sam wants you
in a place where you can’t cause any trouble
so diddle your tablet computers
swallow your pills
eat your synthetic meat
grow a little garden in the dust bowl
and please, die quietly
your cooperation is mandatory
and appreciated