Can you feel the squeeze,
that clenching fist wrapping around your throat?
Do you gasp for air,
when reaching into you pocket to slap out that plastic dope?
Tribute for the machine,
salvation for the hunger,
processor of waste.
They inflate the myth with hype,
shallow legends of brand name luxury.
The tornados of wealth suck life dry,
as cracks in the empire reveal the internal damage,
hidden and festering, yet quietly accepted at a distance.
Progressively it creeps past…
