INsaneity POEM
Normal activity in the millennium has replaced abnormal activity in THE DAY
Back in THE DAY thay say it was not that way at all
A man walks in a circle talking to himself and moves around slowly to find the best advantage spot and although he is dancing all by himself there is actually someone on the other end of his cell phone
People hold communion with a web site and spend HOURS looking for a link to what they deem a most neccasary thing but alas and alak
It is all just pixles and even LUST is hard to nurture and to keep in the Ethernet of 404 and 401 and on the web the images of love the pornography of past becomes the addiction of the many lost forever in their past.
When people drivewith the head up in their last place that they look and the people are just robots with a cell phone in their hand and in the
corners of their places in the seats and in the backseats there is lust of a different sort no more sex but just the jaded memory of 404 and 401.
