out of not doing well, 

falling down the endless content well.

scrolling through a sea of ignorance and ego, 

hypnotised yet aware, i can’t help but stare, 

and feel my brain buzz as the rotting begins. 

Modernity sweeps in, and takes the controls, 

pressing buttons and pulling levers, 

telling me who to love, who to hate,

watching a live, digital discriminate,

as I consume and consume, rest now, rest now, 

put the pen down, get the keyboard out,

as the townhouses crumble and the billboards rise. 

It’s crystal clear now, 

society’s demise.

Nobody’s surprised, yet nobody tries

to pull themselves from the water towards

resuscitation, salvation, 

from the 1%’s plans of castration and separation.

People claim that once we’re pushed to our breaking point,

we’ll take back control.

Is it too late for that?