Sans Speed Bumps

 

The King For the Day
has texted a decree
that natural spoilage
has been rendered obsolete

The concept of shelf life
long a bane
of consumer existence
is no longer relevant

Hello Consequence
and it's rambunctious cousin
unintended Side Effect

Windows now close
with such hyper speed
like everything else
these micro baked days

Somber reflection time
previously slowly marinated
with thoughtful contemplation
have been accelerated
and crammed
into the scorched

blurred out sections 
afforded knee jerk reactions
compounding the frustrations
of modern fractured communications

Going with this toxic flow
is destined to hurl us off the cliff
and into the bottomless abyss
dead civilizations never come back from 

To Thine Own Bore

 

The Quasi Man

some say I am
in desperate need
of validation
can't get a sniff of relevance
in this world
which values flash over substance

Went to a Glam Session
to purchase a bushel
of artificial coolness
but twas a non starter
for this frustrated creature
who came to the realization
that I am nothing more
than a perpetual bore

Now I embrace

my monotonous core

so if you want advice

from an honest to goodness

snooze button

you drones should accept

that you're boring too