Deep in the plastiosphere

Desires mix with air 

Merging with us

On a molecular level

 

Dreaming strange things

That seem compelling

You don’t know what they mean

As they hijack your destiny

 

You want someone remote

Who never takes off their clothes

Who recites obscure quotes

While breaking your bones 

 

You buy appliances

That run on the afterlife

You’re stacking their boxes

Into a pyramid design

 

Working a job

That drains you of life

Buying their promises twice

With your pension fund