One Day (Poem)

A humble dealer
of mortality
with a cool hat
and china flesh
begins the day.

With rioting moods
and tweeting feuds
he
sets the day in motion.

The high passion quotient
and neural feedbacks
asks a pulsating coffee.

Villainous fingers
skim through
the mass culture
in the Google News.

The Tie-man
takes the carbon spirited
engines
and
some brainy walks
with
some itchy talks
in the concrete lands
and
neatly settles before pixels.

Projector runs
for a while
depending on the fates
which are as messy as
the scribbling pad.

And the anaemic soul
finds a
new body
or
jumps out of the matrix.

whatever.

— Take the red pill
and the blue one.

— And sit tight in the duty.

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