Zombie Platform Tide Drawn Faces
The semantics always seem the same
While waiting for the morning train
Sat on the platform draped in rain
Just another statistic numbers
Emotionless state of zombie slumber
Wrapped up heads in over-sized earphones
And sun designer indoor glasses
Bough on a phone bought into by the masses
Only to be tracked and profiled into classes
Surf through a tide of drawn empty faces
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2012
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