Scarcity and Economics

do you dream of substance by day, and pay for numbness by night? You dream of a world where you'd sell them down the river for a handful of pills that melt into your hands and turns your veins black to match the liquids running from every orifice, until the digital age turns your loved ones into resizable pictures and cropped out photos, and voice becomes a stretched moan from speakers the finest money can buy, five and a fraction times the voices moaning around you, lost in the aura of feigned sexual pleasure and gap-toothed smiles painted over by a firebrand whitewashing, and its your only revolution, the cycles of sleep and wake, where you trade your friends for cards and bubblegum and burn the sun by day, where you step into the rain and think you're home again, but the mad honks of headlit horns send you running like a fox, diving behind cars and catching a sickly cold, dying alone in a room that smells of the stink of rotting food lost behind packaged memories that tore through the generations, when your family was in chains but chained themselves so they said, and lived without mediated experience until they found the camera, so we live, we die, we own, we dispose, and throw away the cigarettes on wet pavement we are sure will turn the fire down, for though in the back of our heads we know the flooded gasoline from innocuous cars is traveling like the black blood you brought home for your veins, and any minute now the chemical mixture and the planets aligning will turn science into legend and this whole joint goes boom, sending you into a fit of real pain you wished you could live over and over again, instead of crowding space with pictures of famous movie stars heads pasted onto your friends bodies, feeble reminders of the crazed way you'd want to remember them. Yet nothing happens, the gasoline forks on either side of the cigarette, still burning into ozone and drowning leaves stained like sin, and it just goes smoking until the rubber tires screech over it to give an automated 'fuck you' from someone's beautiful Honda Element.