the internet of things is the orwellian dream

it's where we are, currently
social media the step sister of morning exercise
twittering all day long our hour of hate,
 hour of love,bowing to the ministry of peace
as it wages war.

double speak is all in the irony
  we've trumped it up  tarty
chunked it up with broken hearts
 baked in an orange sauce,

watch dropping jaws as washington's sharks
come out to play with the man who
wanted to rule the world. but he died this year
or las/t/ ziggy stardust in the blastomatic buoyancy
singing songs about the comics of the past.

kkkkkkkmy finger just keeps doing that
it's a trunk of american folklore
long unopened in daylight, now
sprouting wheels, an iron cross,
and a vw mini bus engine
to come grinding through
 some seventh grade near you.

it's a perfect sheet for a beard
a double agent, tripling self
congratulations in the form
of adulation of the masses
as the ministry of truth
fucks us in the asses.