Consumer Consumed from GLUT by The Scaramanga Six

We lose our legs soon after
Our need to walk subsides
Our arms are now just paddles
For swiping left or right
And there's no need for clothing
When you live inside your bed
Our mouths hang permanently open
Awaiting the delivery of bread
Waiting for our mouth-holes to be fed

There is no need for hunger
There is no need for fear
Correctly shaped comestibles
And victuals appear
There is no point in movement
Our bed is our commode
They vaccinate our immune system
Lying here we take the viral load

Life is effortless

Finding a deal, making a choice requires effort
Turning a page, deciding a course would take effort
Moving our eyes - it's too much effort
With our eyelids permanently opern
See the yellow crocus in our minds

Life is effortless

Consumer: consumed

• Alternative
• indie
• punk
• rock
• soul
• Huddersfield