Society Has Become Really Strange

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Society Has Become Really Strange
by Drakovi Bloodrose 

Society has become really strange
said the vending machine to the priest
as the quarter melted into a whisper of plastic pigeons
and the neon gods blinked out a morse code we never learned

i saw a man selling memories
from a Ziploc bag labeled Thursday
and everyone paid in emotional debris
the receipt screamed

we’ve replaced feelings with firmware
stuffed serotonin into the sockets of our screens
while pigeons wear neckties
and debate philosophy in alleyways
sprayed with graffiti that spells truth backwards

i tried to scream but the alphabet was on vacation
Y was drunk in Tijuana
and Q never even existed
you just believed it did
like freedom
like cereal prizes

time isn’t real anymore
just a carousel of 404 errors
looping the same breakfast
until eggs become ideology
and toast recites propaganda

a child drew a map of reality
using crayons stolen from a ghost’s toolbox
everyone applauded
we made it the flag

capitalism got baptized in a swimming pool
full of expired toothpaste
and emerged
as an influencer
named Lil Liberty

don’t blink
you’ll miss the part where the moon
auctioned off her last crater
to fund the existential circus
tickets are free
but the cost is sanity
oh yes

society has become really strange
but maybe it was always this way
and we just stopped listening to the furniture

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