Whiskey and Popcorn by James D. Casey IV

We live in a void

Crossed between hell and

The digital world

 

Television screen faces

Closed caption thoughts

Our rulers have antennas

In place of horns

 

Everything is on fire

Crashing and burning

But all we can see 

Is what we’re fed

 

The underbelly reality

Is far worse than it seems

Things they don’t show us

Terrible and unforgiving

Driven down

Hidden behind coding

Pretty 1’s & 0’s

 

It’s all in the way

You look at it

I guess

Ignorance is bliss

After all

 

I just hope

There’s plenty of

Whiskey & popcorn

For the season finale