This is it

Posted: October 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

Quazism

Can you hear the microwave babies?

Crying in ultra sonic squeaks.

Internet funk seeps through digital nappies,

A bar coded rash develops.

Just Mix it. Baby milk.

Downloaded directly through

the satellite nipples of The media beasts.

Get shot in the eye with a remote control.

Baby sleeps during the commercial breaks.

Mommy logs off after her second drink.

Oprah on the rocks.

Daddy needs rewiring,

so he stops at the bar

Before clicking on his home page…

Unplugged from what could be such a beautiful reality…

 And the world as we are programmed

to perceive it keeps turning

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2009)  ___________________________________________________________________ This poem is linked to d’Versepoets.com(OPENLINK NIGHT)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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