Digital Addicts
Cable
The electronic pipe
Flowing with bits and bytes
To keep the media ripe
Got to keep the masses
Enjoying the show
Keep them blind
With the digital flow
That delicious little wire
That poisonous snake
Whatever term you like
The truth can’t be faked
And “what is that?” you might say
Why you’re being programmed in every little way
You’re being fed a digital soup
To keep you in line
And out of the loop
We are all slaves of the digital code
All to willing
If I may be so bold
Baited, hooked and caught
Consume, spend, consume
Is what were taught
Click, click, click
My obedient slave
Fear not
I have what you crave
The lights
The sounds
And discounts you follow
All designed to keep you empty and hollow
Don’t forget to follow my latest tweet
It’s the same soul sucking message
Set to repeat
Do you see a pattern here?
It’s quite clear my dear
Your worth for the day
Is what you have available to pay
Quite a mess I must confess
But then again from this world
I expected nothing less
Sad that my expectations are so low
Then again that’s the goal
Of the digital flow
Eric (and sometimes not)
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