Sunday, 29 November 2015


I am an object of consumption.

I walk the streets seen and to be seen,
observed and read at a constant speed
of judgement, and concern.

I am an object of gratification.

I dress to impress,
the subjects of greed and pleasure,
constantly grieving the loss of their
sanity and paycheques
all due to that one shiny console.

I am an object, namely the Other.

I strut to the beat of my own drum,
a drum that was created by the corporations
to make me weep when it's broken
and all I can do is rely on one to fix it,
because I can't do it on my own.

I am an object.

Of consumption and gratification,
namely the Other who breathes like her brother,
is obsessed with her sister,
talks like her mother, and looks like her father.

I am an objec-

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