toward minds conspiring, calculating,
dancing in preparation for the next act
in our collective hollywood production
Is coffee or tea next for our day?
Perhaps we pay our water bill and release some fumes first
What comes next doesn’t really matter
as long as our batteries are charged
These cyborgic extensions of our selves
don’t live if we don’t breathe into their nostrils
This dead wooden cadaver wants to recognize your face
and fill your life with purpose and meaning and value and faith
Stop expending much needed energy
turning knobs or tuning your patience in at six o’clock
Sit back and say, 'Hey, Kookle!' or "See Wee?" to get each fix
Sip the professional productionism in slowly while its warm
They keep our dials on low heat for us, twenty four seven
Relax and refill and indulge with fact-filled sweeteners as needed
You deserve it and they know it
You’ve worked hard this day
You need a break
They’ve got updates every waking minute
and breaking news tailored just for you
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