dark side of the farce
giving in to the dark side
of the farce
parading as reality
the almost magical sound
of bitcoins jingling in your empty pockets
twisted into ‘why’s and ‘not’s
at every claw machine in the gallery
never enough
and then the parading streams
of in Formation
line us up like pretty little cabbages
destined to be rotting cole slaw
on the ash heap of Misery
but we need more bigger better faster grids
to move in Formation
around and around
and never ever notice another cardinal
sitting in a tree on an April day again