Thought arrested under television skies
Speech slurred, truth blurred
Mutant generations spew in our waste
Species slough off the planets crust
Like so much dead skin
Swarm our way through the luscious fruit
Devour our way to the core
Surround sound, 3-D, Hi-def, zoom
Inject our daily dose of scag news
Cull our senses
Psychotic student gamers from cyberspace
Eclipsed only by the zombie puppet bombs
Sprout their Jihad rain
New definition of insane
Pain incubates memories
Spring drearily to life
Status systems check
Prognosis not so good
Put a bottle in front of me
Begin my lobotomy
Dull the senses, block the pain
Slide that blade into my brain
Give a lil’ twist make it safe again
No more smiles, no more frowns,
Just neutral ground, only neutral ground
- Peter Riordan
Sept. 2009
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