WRYT. poem.

What are you thinking?
A pen and pad displayed
When the mind is set ablaze
With notions of notoriety.
All literal conventions will
pale into non-consideration:
a parley of truth and lie.

What are you thinking?
All this concordant bliss
has left you here amiss,
wandering through tattered
halls in a mall without end,
hankering for a bargain
to make you more complete.

What are you thinking?
What distortions do you receive
A bright and puissant reprieve
from all the empty googling
that makes up your days
and leaves you none the wiser.
And poorer, much more so.

What. Are. You. Thinking?