Dull faces,
slack-jawed and overweight.
Obesity,
the new 'thin'.
Instant gratification as
cell-phone sausage fingers
nimble, despite their
grotesque appearance,
flit out more lies.
Blur the lines of reality,
Hide, hide, the real persona,
Hide, hide, so no-one
can see.
The cancer that lurks,
insidious,
The envy, the lust
and the gluttonous beast.
'Keep it real' the advertisement
admonishes,
a merry mockery of
of lives disconnected.
But reality is a dark
little box,
where troll-likes desires,
wants and needs lurk..
waiting,
waiting....
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