Inaction

Inaction

Inattentive for all the distractions

Factions drawn along reactions

Protracting the facts at hand

In a manner than neither calms nor empowers

Hours and days and months

Poured into discussing all there is to discuss

Because we prima facie entrust

This riposte of ideas as robust

What if it's all just the jingle of the keys?

The shining of a light?

The subtle misdirection

The market's hand is slight

And despite all my affection

For the sound of my own voice

Is there a point to all the

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Debates placate

The need, innate

For us to feel like we participate

But that we see an oasis shaped

Is no proof we don't hallucinate

We validate the mandate

Of private corporations

Who sell us ethics as aesthetics

As status updates

But what if it's all

A machine that by design

Takes what will destroy it

And makes it so benign?

Like a picture of Guevara

On a shirt made in Taiwan

As long as the colour is black

You can have any car you want

And what if it's all just

The jingle of the keys?

The shining of a light?

The subtle misdirection

The market's hand is slight

And despite all my affection

For the sound of my own voice

Is there a point to all the

Talk talk

Chit chat

Talk talk

Chit chat

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