Before you advertise
all the fame is implied
with no fortune unseen
sell the rights
to your blight
time-machine
While i'm dulled by excess
and a cynic at best
my art imitates crime
paid for by
the allies
so invest
Now i'm finding truth is a ruin
nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
staring into glassy eyes
mesmerized
there's a vintage thirst returning
but i'm sheltered by my channel-surfing
every famine virtual
retrovertigo
A tribute to false memories
with conviction
cheap imitation
is it fashion or disease?
post-ironic
remains a mouth to feed
Sell the rights
to your blight
and you'll eat
See the vintage robot wearied
then awakened by revision theories
every famine virtual
retrovertigo