Intermittent Light

The light goes on,
The light goes off...
Intermittent...
Days pass...
Weeks, months, years...
The illusion of time
Keeps grinding
Bones to dust...
Toiling for that daily bread...
Rent more a priority than health...
Gasoline
More a priority
Than food...
If there were
Enough wilderness
To disappear into,
That would feel like an option...
Living off the land
Versus
The mutual parasitism
Of "polite society"...
There are unfortunate connections 
And meaningless obligations,
However...
At least
The voyeurism is entertaining...
News and movies
All just as ludicrous,
One compared to the other...
Fake outrage
Programmed into zombies
Turned by the parasitic fungus
Of "faith" and politics...
Fantastic imaginings 
From bronze age goat herders
Used to Groom
Those that can not think
For themselves,,
Not even believed by those
That use the words
To take their money...
Bathing in their blood...
Punch drunk on the wine...
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