Buzzards on my eyelids, everywhere I shop

Offensive to my senses, when the TV drug is dropped

Smell my incoherence, see me melt away

Into the advertisements, my will will drift away

Food under your thumbnails

Never do you wash

Dumb snails crawl on crumb trails, into abysmal thoughts

Open stores leak users

Like hundred year old smoke

Into a maze of sewers

Echoing with laughs of goats

Teleprompted voodoo

Tries to catch your gaze

Tough with perseverance, you fortify your brain

Stabilizing senses

Buzzards taking off

Dissonance will fade

As we find what we have sought.