owned

it’s the smartphone that makes the

deal, it’s the laptop that writes the

script, it’s the game system that weaves

the web, it’s the social network that

demands the time, it’s the apt., the house,

the car, the furniture, the toys of all

the big girls & boys that kill kill kill

the wonderfully abstract ideals &

aspirations once had in youth, it’s the

signs of wealth one wears on the sleeve

to impress those one’s looking to

screw, it’s the job one uses to flaunt

such expertise to unleash that final

wooing of the passionate prey, it’s the

clothes that make the wo/man, it’s the

colognes, the perfumes, the watches on

everyone’s wrists instructing them when

& where to be at such & such a time in

order to run on the wheel, do what they

are told & die when it is time to

die.