Glutton - Lo!

Curse of technology

Ill lust of the west

A horde grown insensible

Life spent craning of necks

Such a wastage of flesh still glued to that screen

Our love now mechanized

Death of intimacy

Morons en masse

Granular identities

Our double edged sword

Plugged in humanity

Connected but empty

Hollow as prayer

False as a psalm

You’re absent from your present

Fear of regrets addicted to staying abreast

Cyclops of distraction

Clutch the world in your hand

Cyclops of distraction

Glutton

Glutton

Maladaptive modern man

Whores for convenience

Slave to fashion

Maladaptive modern man

Whores for convenience

Slave to fashion

Glutton

Glutton