Franchiser
Consumers, killers, and cameras. Guerrilla Literature poem conceptualized, written and published by Kerr Martin, 11/7 - 11/9/25.
Eat the living
Cannibalize
We masticate through killers’ eyes
A lense, A lense
A gun, a gun
We feast upon the purest one.
Our screens have teeth
They bite the brain
Devour pain
And spit out fame
Doctor? Director, play the tape
An industry built on lies and rape.
See your face inside the frame,
Reflected in the victim’s shame
The master’s hanging jaw?
It moves like mine
You are the voyeur
A party to the crime.
Package sickness, play it twice,
Brand the corpse with merchandise
This is a franchise
The game you play,
Subscription disservice,
And you will pay.
Disembodied voyeuristic obsessions permeate so many aspects of our society it's crazy. This poem was awesome! Reminds me of Videodrome, one of my favourite films.
This is cool as hell! These screens… what a vice we all have.🤘