You’ve taken over my mind. You’ve raped my thoughts with your image viruses then sold me fake cures for your own disease. Your words and pictures scream orders at me like angry prison wardens. When I cover my ears, your voices echo in my head.
I hate you.
When I see your billboards, your talk shows and your factories, when I see the work of your twisted libidos, I am filled with a rage that burns my eyes.