Our stomachs are bigger than our eyes
in these small towns of concrete,
and there will be no victims here -
Our tongues are bigger than our stomachs,
and then the ascent is halted
by the Bus of Convenience.
Our stupidity is infectious.
Key sympton: a hundred dark nights
in this Mall of Absurdity.
Yes. Our knees are stronger than our hearts,
so we chase, as pixels, onwards,
to the Supermarket of Dreams -