Ketamine Sleep

Desolate, the city screams without a sound,

Heartless echoes chasing the steel rebound.

Newspapers fly across the roads,

Prophesising disaster in blatant codes.

No one dares to venture outside,

Instead they hide from the crypt

Scared that immune system will be fried

Learning only from the presenter's script.

How easily the masses were subdued

With ideas of disaster heavily imbued,

Lurid fantasises overwhelm insects

Who scuttle about inside their defects,

And close their minds to moral bliss

Deflecting notions of paradise

Even dispelling the pleasure of kiss

In case invaded by the daunting lice.

Future, past and present, it's all the same

For no one is safe, and all play the game

Of snakes and ladders, rolling the dice

To see if they'll move up or down, once or twice.

The city remains still, the sound of money clinks

Unsure of whether to stay or go,

For someone will always savour viral drinks

Loading pots with the latest cash cow.

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