DID YOU POST IT?

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Cultures die under pressure 

the pressure of a heavy foot on a long neck 

this foot is images

What a strange thought

to spend the few minutes we have here setting a stage 

hoarding things, living for an app 

marketing a delusion, an artificial landscape 

Clownery, imbecilic, 

there is such a thing don't tell me there isn't

keep your nonsensical foolery, buffoonery

living without a thread of authenticity

obsessed with trivial things like posting

what in your mind seems worth boasting

streaming reeling social media 

Have you never ever met dignity?

integrity?

your heart is a fish out of water

flapping about on the deck of this boat

separated from its essence 

your (non)secret is you drug yourself

tranquilizers for an ounce of peace

it all comes to an end, soon enough, 

carry on, 

here, take some more clown paint

While our eyes are on the horizon

as we all are pushed out along at sea 

you are admiring a screen 

skewed mirrors, that sing

it's on trend

This is all absurd.