Tell Lie Vision

My mother, my father,
consumer daughter;
bed the telly,
see the rise, the fall.
Bi channel polarity, curious
syndrome,
slipped and worthless,
dripped and wordless.
Pressed rose in sellebrity slander;
undressed pander,
east coast paneer.
Drop the curtains,
only twitch them,
you're not safe;
consume.
You're not healthy,
consumate the groom and bridled
pony, slap faster-
static behind my eyes.
Breathe to me,
breathe [i]for[i] me.
Take my hands to grab,
and mouth to speak
your extortion
to another.
A sad sister and bruised brother,
cry the same tears.
Open me.
Crawl into me, and reside,
confide your insider secrets,
never wax on, clap off,
lullaby in me.
Open deeper,
circuitry soldered and
soldiered, drafted prosetry.
Front lines ride free,
sortcomings aside.
Employed oppression
artfully destroyed
from conception.