Empire Of The Senseless

‘They don’t listen. They don’t listen. They don’t listen.’ I hear chanting. South America. South Africa. Cambodia. Vietnam. The Philippians. A basement in China, I kick the bars from the sidewalk. Shut up down there, you’ll scare the stupid puppies on their baby purple leather leashes. When will the collar and the strap that yanks the neck switch rolls? When will the natural world sweep in once again and take full control of these savage thinking machines? I throw up my hands at the edge of the sea and scream bloody murder. I stomp my naked feet and kick the sand, splash and run and cry and beg. ‘Please! I can’t sleep one more night in this shit. Our worthlessness. Our plastic cards injected into plastic boxes sticking out of brick, on top of pavement, under the pressure of her gaze. They spit out money; watch the manipulation continue to manipulate itself out of feeling anything. ‘Look, baby, he can’t eat! Look around you! Look at you dance. My god you’re fucking gorgeous. Are you hungry? Are they hungry? Wh