The Fotomat

Sanitized through the sands of time

My memories of the Fotomat

Are pristine and picture-perfect

The remnants of a seemingly simpler time

Poised parenthetically in parking lots

These bastions of drive-thru culture

Housed the hopes of hundreds

That their modest memories would be maintained

And like the photographs they dispensed

They have faded into the landscape

Worn down by weather and time

Withering wistfully into the past

In these days of plentiful photography

I sorely miss the time of these icons

Where the rarity of picture taking

Met with the now rarity of film

See What We Have Made For You

See the fear that we have made for you

It's been designed for your enjoyment

Partake of it slowly letting it seep into your bones

And once it's part of you, inseparable

Then and only then are you ready

To propagate it to others

See the god we have made for you

It's been designed for your enjoyment

Partake of it early letting it seep into your bones

And once it's part of you, indistinguishable

Then and only then are you ready

To proclaim it to the world

See the lie we have made for you

It's been designed for your enjoyment

Partake of it often letting it seep into your bones

And once it's part of you, irrefutable

Then and only then are you ready

To kill for it