Interject an injection here, to mimic
wrinkle-free fabric, erasing the faces’ character.
Add some angel to our skin through bacterial
toxicity, gifting paralysis to our muscles so our smiles
don’t damage our dimples. Tox wrapped
in a Bo, commercializing cosmetic alteration,
hemming an identity dress. I can’t change
the channel away from the trending towards
Chanel sunglass masks.
I’ve seen enough and it’s not even noon yet.
A fading vignette is the picture of today’s synthetic superlative,
yet the flawed have far less flaws than the flawless.
Still, the sum would rather obscure into the mainstream marketing
glamour guzzle than suffer the illusion of living unnoticed lives.
It is the masses’ manufactured marveling
that will cause them to fade out of focus,
and disappear in the glitz.
← This is them.
See the sparkles?
Let me spare suspense its 24-7 workload.
Your crazy is crazy, but society is mad bonkers insane.
Three hundred years ago it wasn’t crazy
to burn innocent women on suspicion of witch-work,
(and sometimes we still do,
with a different kind of fire.)
So if you think you’re not make-it-to-tomorrow material, stop.
If you think you’re not not not together, stop.
And tell the sheep-shit-show-media-marketing-sewer-stew
to stop.
To just stop.
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