Them Belly Full

Too easily lulled
into belief
that happiness comes
from the coatings within

I suck down
bone fat and gristle
trying to get past hungry
(but I don’t feel less hungry)

Sucking down
single malt nerve tonic
just to get some peace
(still I feel little peace)

Sucking magic from screens
and music from dessicated air
trying to learn something
(feel no smarter)

Trying to pull in
what I most want
I become a vacuum
for what I least need

In this sunset
of national satisfaction
the perfect consumers
all starve with their bellies full