
Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
Allen Ginsberg
steve a. manolis poet
Please Don’t Like This
We have made the world smaller, or so whatever that means,
Instant gratification, like you can get off faster,
There are no means, just the end, just the result
It means nothing to me, other that the constant drone
Of emptiness, no one stands for anything
Thy bidding comes from higher up, never from within
We have no cause other than that of being there
Mass hysteria, buy this, and like that
We have become our own technology, robotic
Yanked by the wirelessness, dancing to the beat
Of some other drummer, and our dreams drown
Yet I will tweet it, send you a picture of it
You can press like, it’s like pressing out of consciousness
You never have to say anything, it’s all said for you
You barely have to breathe, and please do so
Your silence is killing me