Nation of Zombie.
All roused by rampant ringtone
in steam of morning douche.
Intake of manufactured vitamin
by recycled healthy puke.
Fortified with beneficial chemical
by transmission of propaganda.
All eyes swivel in the orbits
on the familiar panorama.
In simulacrums of cattle-cars
by aural plugs of lonely innovation.
Listening to Ga-Ga music
in this lonely zombie nation.
The clipped speech of early morning
used as function and as warning.
Streaming into national cities
crossing junctions and river bridges.
To designated areas of toil zones
by technology that hums and drones.
All fingers on the keyboards
as the system zooms to daily overload.
Sustained on mass-produced processed food
that does more harm than good.
Stratified by pressure of society
give to charity
line up and donate some lunchtime blood.
Upload all the headline midday news
where the ram goes so go the ewes.
Number-crunch the time away for one and all
back-to-back against the power of the firewall.
Retrace all steps and backtrack
to where it earlier commenced.
Take a shot of something nondescript
and gain comfort
from sitting squarely on the fence.
Accept a dose of evening cathode rays
by what the faithless people do and say.
Practice loveless and lonely procreation
for there is now no other way.
Put out the zombie lights
and wait with the sleeping millions
for the dawning of another day.
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