Bull's Eye

There we go,
ready for supper
to feed our sensuality
with lifeless pictures
Kodak paper,
golden lux edition
digitalization, no life.

The Lords think we like the colours.
they twist and turn in every nugget
that we're fed on, a blaze of light
a camera, a playhouse of the ill-minded

Our Lords are kind and supremely just
they venture on our lives as a thief struggles
on a heist, and lurk at the end of the hallway
waiting for us to get the job done.

"I'm not insane, I'm interested in freedom"
bad choice of words carved in their hearts and
the photo looses its radiance in a heart beat
in solitude you find nothing but your helpless self

I saw the Lord's blond coloured face and smiled
she had blue eyes and orange lips
her breath reminded me of the morning moisture
and nothing seemed more important

There we went
ready for supper
the Lords feed our sensuality
with lifeless pictures
that hide our children's faces in the sun
in our digitalized life.

Good call,
we're finaly happy
Bull's eye
we're finaly happy