If our beliefs form
The deities of our age
Then our gods are jealous
Gods, much like yours.
Gods oft found dead,
Electric demipowers slumped
And limp in forgotten booths
Where once were made calls to relatives.
Those figureheads of monetary missions
Linger in crevices we barely consider,
A lack of light breeds them in dark
And makes Mammon hailed by many.
Ephemeral communication forms
Are perpetuated by instant gratification,
Likes and dislikes, pictures of newness
Spread about as crops wither and die.
Everyone wants to be a snowflake,
To seek the meaning in indigo
Over-saturation of the self lost
Amidst the drive and dream of all.
Your god is a jealous god
And makes me no money,
He is poor, inadequate & uncharging