Sleeveless Turtlenecks

I know you all can hear my thoughts

running amok in empty space

all my transgressions have been caught

by your rolling magnetic tapes.

My victories hollow, my sins multiplied

set up by the wrathful child

you all laughed when I broke and cried

after my feelings tore me wild.

Your screens depict a life of sloth

as I refuse to utilize talents

cut from scorched tattered cloth

inked in blood, soaked in malice.

I know my downfall is in your script

thought I wish to defy the type

cunning lies slide through these lips

otherworldly commercials herald my hype.

I'm the only free soul on this rock

all the others plastic numbers

the answer to your game lies locked

in this iron chest that has me encumbered.

So one and all, come tune in

come closer to your flickering screen

I'll break away to your chagrin

and eat your words if you know what I mean.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

whats the point?

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