Gaudy images
And crude, ludicrous language
Destroy the silence
Millions of egos are on
Display night and day.
Suffocating media:
Cheap chats and quick thrills
As profligate flesh
Meets silicon and plastic.
So many options,
But, alas, no real freedom
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Infinitum. Dreams
And myths are now repackaged,
Regurgitated
For this digitalised age.
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