Thursday, 9 May 2013
The great soma.
Hush, everyone's sleeping.
Glued to Facebook, the televitz and smartphones.
Taking Ritalin, Prozac and SSRIs to get through the day.
Shovelling GMO grains, refined sugar and hydrogenated vegetable oils down their gullets in the form of approved feed instead of actual food.
Trapped in the box, yet unwilling to end it all so they can leave.
They don't want to be wakened, but every now and then one of them will stir of their own accord. Some fall back into their slumber; we take the others to the fireside where they keep watch with us.
Don't wake the sleepers. Hopped up on drugs prescribed to them or produced by their own brains thanks to a never-ending stream of sex and debt, they turn violent when provoked. Tiptoe around them when you have to pass near, and build your walls high while waiting for the ice to come.
They'll have to wake up soon enough, and you don't want the grasshoppers storming your anthill.