ADDING DATA

I’m the leader

of the TVs,

adding data

to your needings.

Hating people,

hating mirrors,

mirror scratching,

breaking scissors.

Like a phoenix,

breathing Kleenex,

tasty cleavage,

resting sleepless.

In a bottle,

drowning trouble,

indeed, beating

all the feelings.

And again not

just a copy,

but a junkie,

of the hopeless.

In the thunders

of its own gray

there is no way,

no more murders.

Glory of sadness,

crying lightnings,

adding data

for your madness.