[by Syriak] { Drinking words from a bone catheter _Without consistence _Tasting dominance as an appetizer _Ambitious platters spiced with numbers _My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish... _ Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish. }{ Billions of livings painting for the greedy _In this summit of foam _Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum _To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum. }{ Feasting fools on a monstrous path _Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath _Table is set for tragedy _A misshapen mole in the face of decency. }{ Cybernetic fairies in loss of power _Crushed by the work-till-d**h project _Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake. }{ Look...the synthetic clown is smiling _...and the children are starving _Ludicrous pawn of despotic tramplers _Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric _of this physical existence. }{ Elegant jackets, dragon-skin style; mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of snobbism, fresh cemetery juice and electro-nerves floatting rubba' things. _High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries _Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast. }{ Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner _Holographic sceneries despicting the All _So many lives... _Frames no more, captured by digital _Invisible bonds...but still...such nice colors... _Irregular digitalis begging for guidance in his strayed life _A juggling feat for the eaters _A struggling beat for the wired. }{ Just standing now in the middle of a past _Marble still in the dead zone _The cemetary walking over me _...and I wonder. }{ Are they stones or are they names _Am I stoned or just ashamed _Just a human with respect in his pockets _Ready to share some with the face of the worthy _Let the Grim be aware, _I won't be reaped without guarantees _I like my eggs boiled and that's it. }