Orwell's Talking Head

1985. We looked for signs not so much had changed Wars in far-flung parts – the same-O-blame-O. An acceptable amount of body bag counts. Was Orwell too early to be this late? 1996. Upheavals are restricted to marginalized mobs. Heads are talking more, there is a nameless fear and it's getting near. Fewer western countries are smoking, though many simmer silently. There was this elongated period, decades drained away leaving only a vague residue, a smear of narcissistic self-indulgence begat a numbness. Then we began to crave more. 2024. Now we see it. its head is a swollen tumor, it talks in tooth bites, monstrous cover-ups go unchallenged, its control is iron clad. The monster is now global, it gobbles up dissident thought, it re-imagines the nature of Jello. The only way forward now, is through the monster's ever narrowing ********, besides, most now consider the nature of the beast to be the same that it ever was.