The Fluid Public

My computer is running so many processes at once that its beginning its journey to amnesia. So much so that I can't properly run my recently downloaded Company of Heroes. Zzz what a letdown, that game has such a high rating. I must rectify this soon. My friend said I could cancel a few of these redundant processes through task manager to save some memory. Yeah I could do that do, if it weren't for the computer's incomprehensible, cryptic dialect(it's still english, but it's thoroughly severed and thrown all over the place lol).

And below is, well, the usual. Or no, because all of them are different. This one is a social critique, only difference from other critiques is that, its a poem ha.

The Fluid Public

Populace is a queen
She has everyone
Including you and me.
She moulds and draws
her shadows and form
with this furtive box
of changing shapes,
of changing doorsteps and keys
And it’s just taking off
with its arms
around you and me.

Everyone’s a corporate slave
Everyone complies with
this boxed-up fallacy
Everyone has a coloured soul
but they are not their own artists
Reluctant conformity,
but by the box
she’s been paid every cent
for acquiescence so it stays up there.

This is our fluid existence
within this stagnant painting
Can’t you just stop holding back
from orthodox bittersweet?
Everyone is either with or without
either in or out
of this box
and she knows not all of her
can cry out in the open
like this...
because of this.

What will happen, oh
what will happen
when we unfold this carton?

tc©