Do not trust clocks ticking within the glass.
Please binge-watch that show (or 12 other ones);
croon for dazzling riches you’ll amass,
recline and relax as your dream-blood runs
.
gently down the comforting stream of bliss.
Algorithms cradle your restless mind;
dancing visions flood; nothing is amiss.
Fingers pluck the slow sanity unwind.
.
Some insist your friend is a hungry thief;
it yearns for you, for time, for everything.
You’re safe, you’re in control, is your belief;
dream less, think less, pay tax to your loved king.
.
Some minutes it’s stolen, maybe it’s three;
or a year or two. Let’s sit back and see.
About the Creator
J. Jay
I like to share my art and writings, whether it's silly or serious. I'll also feature a comic I work on called Writing Whoas, which is about the joys and hardships of being a writer. Stick around to laugh or cry.
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