iThink

The intrinsic confusion of this hardwired-software,
Computation passes for thought,
But her naked body sure looks good in that dress,
Now you’ve just gotta pay for what you already bought,
The emotional-embargo of this gilded ideal,
How you act the surrogate for how you feel.
iThink,
No you don’t you stupid shit,
Buy this,
Buy this.
This secular inventory is a lost soul’s religion,
Vested in the busy nothingness of it all,
God is the most common side-effect of consciousness,
And the wet-tee-shirt-baptism at the mall,
The pills the doctor gave me to take,
To help me sleep keep me awake.
iThink,
No you don’t you stupid shit,
Buy this,
Buy this.
It’s all here in your self-help-guide to suicide,
Arrogated authority in high-definition,
How wrong can you be without losing your self righteousness,
Live the epic experience of innocent acquisition,
So a well-fed-starving-artist takes the stage,
Now this trademark malnutrition is all the rage.
iThink,
That it doesn’t matter much what I think,
iThink,
That I can feel her naked body under that dress.