Modern Technology
by
Nathanael Smith

Grease pencil
Mark the nip, the tuck, the smile
Grease pencil
It will all come out in the wash
Grease pencil
Nailing your hopes to the saviour knife

Wonder why the world is falling apart?
Want to undo it all, make a fresh start?
Modern technology, modern convenience
Drop the facade, start trying to mean it
That tie, those logos, your name-brand face cream
These are the lies that trap us in the machine
my shoes, his teeth, the loud-colored hair
Hideous contrivance, this down-dragging care

Short skirt
There's more to life than getting laid
Short money
It doesn't matter how much you're paid
Short life
Full of the trash that your god made.