A dark room
Filled with faceless zombies
(one and the same)
Gazed at the television
All precisely trained
To pervade their brains
With knowledge.

Words trickled
Through their time-constricted
Faces, wearing away their
Cynical gazes into
Euphoric stares.

Images careened
Freely, placing visions
[previously unseen]
Behind their
Chastened irises,
Disguised only by
The shadows in their
Vapid eyes.

[Meanwhile, the producers
Laughed and laughed,
Cackling at their ingenuity-
Their ability to destroy
Mankind by forcing
Subliminal images through
The sole control room of
The human brain.]

03/13/2005

Author's Note: I'm tempted to call this slam poetry, though I'm not quite sure it fits the definition. Anyway, that's how it's supposed to read - fast-paced and rhythmic.

Posted on 03/13/2005
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