A world uncaring

A world uncaring, inanimate
Ever so polite and ever so un-embracing
Where we are surrounded by individuals,
Yet we are utterly
Alone.

We breathe but we don’t live,
We function but we don’t work,
We suffocate under our stuffed houses
And empty conscience.

We are engorged with images
Of that strange face we see on the television
Lying to us, feeding us shit
About how we need to look pretty
For that cute girl.

Here we rest, all mindfucked to death
Raped, sullied and discarded
And we don’t even care, we don’t even notice
Not one bit.