Waterboard and chill,
friendly bouts of coercion
into shame liking,
that keeps stress pumping
through ragged arteries.
Corroded bath salt breakdowns,
precipitate luxury vacation seizures.
Comfort slips smooth leather straps
around our wrists and necks.
Avarice climaxes in agony,
eyes roll wildly in real panic
when it sets in that our safe word
is “Yes”.
Ad trackers indicate
a healthy appetite
for drone bombs,
white Phosphorous
high cholesterol clusters.
Genetically modified martyrs,
low fat and high speed
plastic lightsaber warriors.
Disarmed and disinterested,
charmed by the wide field charisma
customizing the nature of our suffering.
The slightest resistance
reveals that the hands around our throats
are ours,
and the voices of our captors
curiously reverberate off our own bones.
HG – 2015
