Giving in to the Beast

The lifeless machine sticks out its metal tongue –

forked and hissing with electrical lies

it darts toward me, pulsating with desire,

snapping into my frayed synapses,

and I am captured prey.

The visions are infinite and multitudinous –

anything my heart (or lust) desires

manifests in the blink of an eye

as fingers click and tap away

at plastic death appendages

made wireless now so the swamp

of electromagnetic interference

will never lose the unholy war it wages

against the pure organic consciousness

of the numbed collective mind.

The Beast grows stronger by the second,

sucking away the attention span

of a fledgling generation.

The children stand no chance

as the spiraling cascade toward zombification

intensifies in its rush to reach an exponential flashpoint

and bring about the zero-point singularity.

I should know better, should have more sense,

yet the intoxicating allure of data and information

draws me in like a fat worm on the hook.

I enter seeking knowledge and higher wisdom

yet somehow wind up staring dumbly

into the dark oblivion of dancing cats and idol gossip.

There is no hope, the screen seems to say,

as the pop-up ads methodically go about their dirty work,

hypnotically inducing me deeper into the trance.

You are part of the system now…resistance is futile…

just click the like button and share (spread) the damn file (virus) –

left, right, left, right, forward marching into the black hole.

Scott Thomas Outlar