Drone Society

[Dark Muse]

Drone Society

Wasted-
I can taste it
bitter upon my lips
conveyed in your salty kiss
it drips poison of apathy

Sitting across tables
in dingy cafes
blacked-out stares
unmoving understanding

Walking down empty city streets
cars lumber past oblivious
slowly shriveling inside

Fixed-
left to the goose step
Simon says so monkey do
unquestioning obedience
to formality
convention
tyranny
society

Disturb not the order
keep peace keep silence
fear not death
you're already dead