Social Security II

Money exists as a number
Credit,  a number in red
Time's but for money or slumber
And without both, you are dead.

Facebooked

What a grand mess
  we’re in
     slavery’s not dead
we are rented
   not bought
        and wander
where lead
    by pop culture
 sports
the thirst for more
      money
   status or fame
each bear
 has his
    honey
plugged-in
     to the web
      we’ve been wrought
pseudo-social
   writhing
 in loneliness
 with 300 friends.