Owned
it’s the smartphone that makes the
deal, it’s the laptop that writes the
script, it’s the game system that weaves
the web, it’s the social network that
demands the time, it’s the apt., the house,
the car, the furniture, the toys of all
the big girls & boys that kill kill kill
the wonderfully abstract ideals &
aspirations once had in youth, it’s the
signs of wealth one wears on the sleeve
to impress those one’s looking to
screw, it’s the job one uses to flaunt
such expertise to unleash that final
wooing of the passionate prey, it’s the
clothes that make the wo/man, it’s the
colognes, the perfumes, the watches on
everyone’s wrists instructing them when
& where to be at such & such a time in
order to run on the wheel, do what they
are told & die when it is time to
die.
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