Eyes glued to screens. Fingers fastened to keys. Characters are not novel, just 140 long.
Nightly news! Death’s script flung from monotone lips. The hour skit a regurgitation of third world shit. First world filter cleans so we can swallow. Popcorn that is…
Crunch! Buttered morsels dissolve. Fingers greased with privilege.
Eat, tweet, repeat. Screens smeared with #FML.
Popcorn spilled as drones kill. Kernelled remains. Full bloom unreachable.
First world unteachable.
Eat, tweet, repeat… #2ndBag. Bodies that is…
Worded bullets fired. Bullseye