nestled in the fist of fury
followers following followers
machine numbers generated
to the size of egos
the devils henchman lurks
saturated by cryptic code
destruction embedded
in his fused brain
waiting
to puncture your alterego
and spill your conscience
into a crucible of sacrifices
on the altar of recognition
indecent pictures
bloated for primetime consumption
on the sidewalks of galley slaves
surfing social media
with oars of phony cosmetic
happiness. where do you stand?
welcome to a world of make-believe.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,27 days ago
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