All you can eat buffet, no weigh
Weigh! 300+ TV channels, a savory delight
The endless supermarket, stocked to the brim
There is abundance everywhere
Don’t go outside, oh no, oh no, please no
Don’t see the dirty grime, don’t see the abandoned playground
Don’t see the angry cop, don’t see the forlorn wanderer
Wait! Marvel of marvels, the videogame! Come back inside
Play, play, dream of transformation, dream of digital hope
Let’s spend the next decade arguing about Grand Theft Auto
Let’s spend the decade after a smear on Tim Leary’s brain
Let’s spend the final decade in a glorious spiral
What’s next? What comes after in-your-face television?
What comes after movies blasting sound, furiously waving?
Surely an experience even more spastic, overwhelming
Surely an event to finally make us forget who we are