Spoon fed
All digital meals.
Gobble gobble and hurry thru the evil fest.
Then pretend you are thankful and all the rest.
Feast on your digital diet.
No worries, we will provide it.
Genocide in what nation?
Don’t worry we play it not on this station.
Death in the thousands but not in preferred but in regulated rations.
It doesn’t matter, it’s all already here.
It’s already here.
I’m sick of matter.
those of physical form.
Tired of digging deep holes that the conscious don’t recognize.
Those that do not glorify family past reflection only seek their own Existence.
Move on, don’t remember.
It’s ok soon ascender.
This I know.
I will never measure up to my loved one’s expectations.
Perhaps that’s not my destination.