how many more exercises in futility are there?

broken dreams, promises, homes, device, people... 
    leftover civilization texting third-rate hand-me-down
pieces of absurd data
unbeknownst to anyone
most of it is loaded
 with high-yield explosives
      that
blow up the
collective consciousness once activated... 

happened before, most likely will happen again...

if I were you

I would:
get with it...
make certain there is an escape route...
take her by the hand and let her know...
wonder what it would be like to be me...
get the fuck back to Dodge and fight like a man...
get the fuck out of Dodge and flee like a wise man...
investigate the way...
wiretap the truth...
eyeball the life...
and run down the dirty bastard who sold you that second-hand dream.

words

words––
but only these come to mind: bastards, pigfuckers, assholes, those that prefer to twist words and blades into your heart of populations centers, civilization crumbles before your dead eyes but the television still pumps electronic garbage into your brain.
a neglected planet
on the verge
of  renaissance
or getting sucked into a black hole.