Sensory Overload


urbanization crowding and noise
mass media and technological toys
megaphone mouths vomit TMI
crowds buzz over the money supply

buy sell eat shit breed
and die from habits
over-stimulated rabbits
stiffen from sensory overload

laboring consuming flirting gleaning
is this the soul of the people?
the heart of existential meaning?
or a herd of aimless sheeple
simply surviving?

i get up i go out and i just get by
i hardly get by
when i linger on how i wish it was
i don't get by because

the evanescence of contentment
exiles me to anxious groping
desperate against resentment
despite the regular rattling of my cage

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