Pixelated Victims and Broadcasted Visions
Poem. Social commentary.
I like
when the gun goes bang, the bomb goes boom
from the comfort of my armchair sofa in my room
(pixelated victims of our bloodlust)
when the vengence and violence fly high
from the comfort of my armchair where I lie
(pixelated victims of our bloodlust)
when the insanity makes me cry and laugh
from the comfort of my armchair in my gaff
(broadcasted visions of our vicarious lust)
when the romance wins or fails equally
from the comfort of my gas-heated residency
(semi-realist visions of our vicarious lust)
when the sex aches hard and the love
oh the love, from the comfort of my enclave
(pixelated victims of our vicarious lust)
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Author's Notes: So this one is more angry than sad. So there's that.
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Paul Stewart
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