Young Writers Society

its funny how we create such magnetism

when we are standing still

electronical pulses

beating to the rhythm of a plug socket

and dancing to airwaves



and our memory is blinded by halogen light bulbs

we can see nothing but ones and zeros

but they're more comfortable than twos and threes

we don't have to watch our mouths 

just glance at the midnight glow every so often

and wonder how we came to love it so much



computer paradiso

in the midst of a society which gets what it needs

and knows what it wants, but doesn't know what it needs to do

the music is formed to our point of view

the camera is our artillery

the walkman is our cavalry

and the keyboard slaves are our infantry

we're led by cheap deals and interest rates



but we never learnt to think outside the box

because we're only looking at one face

with square eyes and a fake smile

and photoshop-edited complexions