Emergence
The quest awaits Sunlight blinds like nose-shock As society grips my shoulders Villain-like, Oily The reaper’s PR craft perfected One discarded wrapper after another Bloated, but hungry Craving seconds Molded for death from birth As long as it comes with a cheap toy and large soda Why improve life when you can waste away for twice the cost? Come to me, children, with neon dreams, and…










