Your branded babies

scream for more

cool, as you tell them.

Once were ours, now

ours and us

are yours.

Do we slowly peddle

astray, to disincorporate

and disenfranchise

the franchises?

To chart a different

charter? It's love

of you, or

The love of us.

It's the death

Of you, or the

death of us.

But we crash

on into a frenzied night, unaware

the road is not

a road.

We should look between

the images to see

what's really there.