Ballad of the devART Junkie

Ballad of the DevART Junkie
by Rodion

one thousand trillion
tiny colors and lights,
are trying to take over my mind

one billion ninty quillion
miles of wiring and pipes
all stuck into the whites of my eyes

i am a prisoner of this curved glass plate
that i stare into, starting from eight
in the morning until oh so very late
way past midnight because I just can't wait
wait wait wait

i am a slave of these plastic switches
that's oh so pale like a hundred zillion witches
all looking at me with their numbered little eyes
begging me to touch them, begging me to press
their squared and lettered hardness
and send a message across the vastness
of nothingness

my right hand is chained
to a dirty resin vermin
that looks like a big bar of soap
i have no hope
i am doomed to push-n-pull it around
an iron ball on a chain that is bound
to my swollen red feet...

but now I have a swollen index finger

and red swollen eyes

and haemorroids could be on the way

because i've been sitting
in front of nothing
all throughout the waking hours
for more than a hundred days

and something
has to give

but despite all that
like a sewege rat
i relish the existence
in this quagmire of decadence
that allows me to share
this with you

I am a devART junkie like you
I am a devART junkie like you
I am a devART junkie like you