~.~

Borrowed faces, bright and smiling ear to ear,
As I walk to work, I see. What are they thinking?

These plastic jaws of the same mold,
Slender fingers raised to plump lips,
Stony eyes, shallow, unfocused;
Are they thinking? Expressions seem lost;
They spiraled out of control, trying to escape
The chrysanthemum labyrinth of plastic debts,
A promise of imperfect perfection;
Layered, wrapped, glossed, perfumed and disguised
Sparkling, tempting, enticing, compelling,
Until we all look the same,
Smile the same
Walk the same
Talk the same
Think the same

Just like drones, just like drones;

Depthless drones of glib vanity.

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