Drinking words from a bone catheter 

Without consistence 

Tasting dominance as an appetizer 

Ambitious platters spiced with numbers 

My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish... 

Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish. 


Billions of livings painting for the greedy 

In this summit of foam 

Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum 

To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum. 


Feasting fools on a monstrous path 

Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath 

Table is set for tragedy 

A misshapen mole in the face of decency. 


Cybernetic fairies in loss of power 

Crushed by the work-till-death project 

Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake. 


Look...the synthetic clown is smiling 

...and the children are starving 

Ludicrous pawn of despotic tramplers 

Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric 

of this physical existence. 


Elegant jackets, dragon-skin style; mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of snobbism, fresh cemetery juice and electro-nerves floatting rubba' things. 

High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries 

Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast. 

Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner 

Holographic sceneries despicting the All 

So many lives... 

Frames no more, captured by digital 

Invisible bonds...but still...such nice colors... 

Irregular digitalis begging for guidance in his strayed life 

A juggling feat for the eaters 

A struggling beat for the wired. 

Just standing now in the middle of a past 

Marble still in the dead zone 

The cemetary walking over me 

...and I wonder. 

Are they stones or are they names 

Am I stoned or just ashamed 

Just a human with respect in his pockets 

Ready to share some with the face of the worthy 

Let the Grim be aware, 

I won't be reaped without guarantees 

I like my eggs boiled and that's it.