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