The Technology Rag

In this land of one way mirrors,

and spermicidal sponges sold over the radio

with soft lilting voices

promising both spontaneity and freedom

from tiny rubbery embryos

that too eagerly blossom into troublesome adults.

In this land of Cola Wars

where fucking money is everyone's dream,

where sex  is carried in metal projectiles

from one person's madness

to another one's brain.

When i consider the labyrinthine ways

of my own stupidity,

and the crazed messages that are injected daily

by way of the tumultuous senses,

i wonder that my human skull

does not catapult my body into rage more often.