I wish there was something more than entertainment to feel passionate about
I am the human microfiche and images click by and play so fast
But not fast enough they don't bruise a mind
So sourly wrapped in glitzy packaging
Stimulate the pleasure centers
The clinic administers addictive drugs to laboratory rats
The prince in his nirvana conspires how to purchase a bigger entertainment center
Binge on overexcitement,12 episodes in a row
Grows fat in his dissolute junk food virtuality
I know there's something wrong but am not fast enough to grasp it
I am fast enough to claim back my mental state
To put each news story and/or idea that I am introduced to on trial
Upon withering cross-examination, they completely break down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem