rpg

When playstation twenty three becomes Atari

And I-phone androids

Are worn as shades and groovies

Showing live hologrammatic movies

Of whoever you may call

 

When you can step into the xbox

But it’s a sphere not a box

Where you experience a clear

Peripheral screen of complete interaction

By means of the ipod android goggles and body gloves

 

With a mass multiplayer concoction

You have the option of living in a man made dream

Of this creation

Many will obey addiction

They’ll make you pay to play

They system

When your pockets break

And you have to take a Cold turkey

fast break

Mind already passed half baked

You seek a quick escape

by buyin a bullet

and bye bye blastin your face

convinced you have another life

you can see it floating in the upper

left hand corner of vision screen

a suicidal mirage

 

people used to look up at the sky

and wave hi to the gods

now we let our days pass by

slaves to a suicidal mirage

video games, telescreens,

computer manipulated

viruses injected in our genes

corporate selected groceries

whatever they may screen

but I cant stop

letting my life suck away

to be inside a black box

 

 

 

 

 

one day they will be equipped and able to completely

contain you within the confines of a little black box

in someway you will be tricked to obey the unbelievable they feed

to you, who wants the game, livin in the screen shining  in your pupil s

its not facebook its full bodybook

and you can design how you look

pick your avatar

no more need for emoticons

when  I can see you face to face