When nobody's watching doesn't exist anymore.
Adware spyware google Microsoft NSA CIA FBI and all the other acronym organizations watch us all the time.
Cameras on the street corners to keep us safe, neighborhood watch to snitch and gossip on the greenest of your lawn.
When nobody's watching hen you really alone in those moments of darkness
where the darkness lives and our anger lets loose, our perversion tips
out, the mind goes numb.
How much do they kno, how much can we get away with, when everybody is always watching?
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, December 30, 2023
Monday, September 2, 2013
18 On The Door
Writing my bike down the dark street
A girl pops out with a short black dress, black bag, black shoes,
long blonde hair holding the door with a super smile almost from ear to ear
The man's not far behind in a shirt and tie,
carrying a bag by his side His smile is wide and real
as the girl takes her hand in his they stroll around the corner
My bike relenting, my eyes describing
the door slowly closes with a red triangle and the number 18
for those who are younger may not partake in the verbs that girls provide inside
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