Life In A Random Mode

Life In A Random Mode

In a race where every muscle and skeleton
Is running for their lives
Just to get some dry pieces of bread
And a bed to get laid whenever they can,
I am a spectator without a blink
Browsing my infected and untreated mind
To discover the lost reason behind it
That can sedate my fried brain in a pan.

Out of the collection of faces
They turn the shuffle on and wake up with one
Doing the exact thing how they exactly did yesterday
Becoming good-looking zombies of silver-screen land,
The Haves and the Have-nots of this wretched place
Share prejudice and jealousy on each other’s wall
In the form of bright sarcasm called ‘socializing’
That they love more than nicotine in hand.

The best god-damned actors of yellow universe
Are the X-lovers with millions of intentions except loving
Who now lust for other chubby scapegoats
Guzzling like hungry thousand headed leeches,
And the left-alones update themselves as Desperados
But live their god forsaken lives as Ghosts
Suffering from cold blooded unreal reality
Whose decayed hearts still ache from fresh stitches.

Here, Time is limited to unlimited boredom
Of pursuit to the over-rated better days
Capsuled in our heads like worms that eat
Everything including itself like Politics.