Through the Viewing Screen

La-La-land. So Grand.
Tomorrow’s sorrows remade bland.
The exquisite pain of the not-plain.
Asphyxiate worries in yellowish haze.

Who rides a yellow horse?
Lonely not-musketeer.
Plague of the cardinal.
I finally perceived her,
But when the dart flew I fainted.
And she glanced another way.

Nights in reverse, days played in 4x.
No sleep in La-La-Land,
Living no dream but in.
Existential exchange for surreal.
Who the hell made this deal?

Damn hustlas at it again.
Exploitation = $
By the law of g.i.g.o.
Explains everything really.