poem12

a million electric addicts

slamming two dimensional hallucinations into there four dimensional minds

and million electric addicts

who can put down the cellphone

or controller

or keyboard

for fear of withdrawal

a million electric junkies

whose million dollar habit fuel a billion dollar industry

and chokes the sky with the dust

of burning coal

a million electric addicts

selling them selves on street corners

in burger joint

as delivery boys

so they can buy there next fix

a million electric addicts

no different than any other junkie

just trying to hide from a world

they could destroy

if the things they knew

ever got out

a million electric addicts

who wish the apocalypse would get here

to free them from the eternal hell

of artificial paradise