Pixie Dust Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

I have to have that magic that some women seem to have...pixie dust...do You have any? Many or most here are owned by money and the desire for it. Time to them is making money, Dreams are tied with money. Romance is tied with money...They are totally dead and superficial. They treat themselves like a commodity. They use knowledge to have not be. A waste of time to them is not living for money. Their humanity becomes a sold out Judas. Their sexuality an alien taking control. Their personality a charlatan.....no pixie dust...i like to poke at them to see if they can feel anything past the Novocain, the 21st century schizoid man, they are in Brave New World' 1984 and the Matrix.....total pawns in the grasp of the tower of Babel making love with totalitarianism