What Words

What words are left,

that haven’t already been said,

it’s as if everyone’s gone deaf,

no patience left to hear anyone else’s perspective,

no one’s in their right mind no one has the time,

stroking their egos to fear porn everyone is on edge,

no one pays any attention or any mind, 

we’ve checked out & left the rest of the world for dead,

we’re all Agoraphobic, most too scared to leave home,

doing paranoia aerobics, getting their anxieties toned,

won’t come in contact with anyone unless vaxx’d up,

mask up eyes down mask up face down,

fearing thy neighbor instead of loving thy neighbor,

no eye contact just contact tracing history erasing,

it’s a psy-op to harvest patients with no patience,

while two sides of the same coin continue debating,

genetic memories lost as our time gets harvested,

forgetting that news companies are big businesses,

& just like big pharma their bottom line is profit making,

the fine lines blur between national & corporate interests,

this feels like a futuristic dystopian sci-fi flic, 

this feels like an episode of The Twilight Zone,

where we don’t even converse with other humans,

& all communications are done through our phones,

it’s got me feeling like a Reality Refugee,

who’s fled this Neo-Techno Matrix of Monotones,

searching for someone somewhere authentic,

where people still talk & emotions are still shown,

take a good  around you,

let’s play a not so little game,

how many people can you have a conversation with,

without it feeling awkward or at least kinda strange?

But hey what do you expect when no words are left,

that haven’t already been said,

it’s as if everyone’s gone deaf,

no patience left to hear anyone else’s perspective,

no one’s in their right mind no one has the time,

stroking their egos to fear porn everyone is on edge,

no one pays any attention or any mind, 

we’ve checked out & left the rest of the world for dead…