sharing-planned-obsolescenceconomy

you don’t have to own your own
you may use and away them throw
they are all for rental souls
senses sensations sentiments emotions
performed by extentions of any-no-oneself
under these multi-solitudes gray air conditioned sky

under these multi-solitudes gray air conditioned sky
 any-no-one remembers the number of the new wave no more

on this stained red carpet walk every-no-one-consumer ghost
 waiting inline for selfie shot
cheerfully got lost under the planned obsolescence dome

but no worries, this shared bucket of lava candy mood and  pop corn pills
will save us all before we all exodus-leave
to exile-live on Mars

you don’t have to own your own
you may use and away them throw
after all and after sold off,
 they are all for rental souls........

Marco Bo