About a decade (or more accurately two and change) ago, a million insects came down, tidal and brimming with illness. The bacterium took us in the financial sector first and everyone thought it the new fad But now herd immunity is impossible, everyone breathes numbers and speaks in new Latin for a new empire. Borg baby, covered in a shawl of mid roll ads and born in the tidal pools. It crawls from the womb never knowing nothing but change. Thought process, adaptation is a weekly grind New classics, dusty album shelves too inconvenient. Two decades and change. The towers fell and now we haven't a thought of yesterday. To much input, the spotlight too hot to the touch, the gallery of audience never silenced a thing. Brother I saw ipads burbling in the Sierras. Love the Disney brand chemo, shoot me full of chemicals honey, I breathe in the smoke of the new order.