The Digital Dungeons of Dastardly Dragons

 

The world is no bigger than a screen

Beyond it your enemies and friends

Escape to where false dreams live in 'clouds'

From blurred beginnings to unfulfilled ends

 

The old wrinkled canvas gets painted over

The ‘Realm of Real’ is served its last rites

Now you’re gambling with the one-armed bandit

Through countless days and dark endless nights

 

Lost in the cavernous digital dungeons

Time squandered frozen without a frame

The old ‘YOU’ buried neath the puppet stage

Until ‘Non-Descript’ becomes your new name

 

Voyeurs sneak peeks into other’s lives

Pick garbage adrift in a vast cyber-scow

Unaware of the erosion of self-esteem

In the muck of the holier-than-thou

 

Excited slaves to the psychotropic sellers

In short form they think and speak 'talk'

For numbed minds cannot ponder resistance

Until they get up and go out for a walk

 

 

                            s. paul ( May 2021 )