Busy People

People with watches for faces have no time.
You don’t have to look at them,
or for them,
adopt a strict avoidance policy, if you like.

Hurried animatronic rabbits,
rushing off to find your next carrot,
have you not a moment?

Hustle
and bustle and
back again.

Hustle and bustle and
back again.
And again.

Miserable way to be, at least to me,
perhaps some are better off trapped in the confines of the hands on a clock,
tapped out of living for the rest of their lives.

An electron lost between nodes

damn the digital age.

click clack,
a rap to project that they have volunteered themselves for torment.

How proud to waste away,
eyes rotted from strain,
and purposeless still.

Corporate cum stains.

Imagine a world without them,
not dead, just happier.