Your TV screen bathes you in the light of social stimuli.
Better than white, teeth in iridescent smiles, grab you,
stimulating primal desires for more is better. Let’s reproduce!
Get off on that hijacking of your instinctive responses, the
gluttony of each Super Sized meal,breast implanted drones.
Social parasites are well aware you would push that button
until the semen spewed, dehydrated you to delirium with sunken eyes.
Making as bad decisions as beetles copulating with beer bottles, you die unfit.
Baby birds starve to death because the exaggerated card board mouth beckons.
The already over the top peacock even selects the store bought dummies.
Is this sounding apocalyptic enough? Throw a snake in this apple tree.
Stickleback fish waste their energy fighting bottoms of floating red boats,
the red color saturates the senses, unnaturally large size blinds it’s primitive brain,
What is your excuse, Man?
Completely ignoring the normal, normal sized satisfactions
that millions of years of evolution gifted you to moderate primal urges.
Do not pretend you don’t hear your reptilian mind in this madness.
It shrieks those deafening velociraptor warning, I will kill you!
Grow up. Look at this fool hardiness and get with the program that
changes you back to the artist, the friend and warm blooded lover, not cold.