Down the rabbit hole

Poem by Word on Canvas

Have we gone mad?
Down the habit hole
Descending into this world of picturless control
Scrolling the statistics served by the screen of charts
At least the hedgehogs can now roll free through our empty parks
Why sometimes I’ve disbelieved as many as six explanations to all this before breakfast
Getting curisor and curisor as the days drag on
Curious little oysters aren’t we whilst its’ all convenient for us in our shells.
Hell I even find myself talking to the flowers
Waiting for the usurper to grant us back our powers?
What powers? The one we had to wet to our whistles? whilst they fiddle with our freedoms and plan their next riddles.
Off with their heads!
Off of our heads more like, consume, consume and then go back to bed.
Home comforts
Home? Never alone
There’ll always be the sound their words and the drone.
Cups of tea with sweet sweet 5G
We’re much too small and they’ve got the key
You see I’m lost in Ponderland trying to escape my home
Locked in…whilst they watch us roam.