We are all like Google glass
sitting here on our ass
looking out from behind,
wondering what we can find
[how can you claim to know a person’s mind?]
we read novels to relate:
is it choice or is it fate?
how do they feel and can we feel, too?
and there but for the grace of god,
or good for him or her (applaud);
[we feel, removed, the turning of the screw.]
Yahoo! We suck the “news” with straws
and suicide-sprinkled chocolate mint
and worst-dressed on the blood-red carpet.
The fallout happened long ago …
[…do we really care where the plane crash-landed?]