Deus

Air of a temptress
Buxom and bright
We're not missing anything
At least not tonight
Chimera of charm
Innocent of hardship
Luxurious qualm
In a self-darkened day trip
And then I'll take you home
Where we live and where we roam
Is a robot zone
We don't really care
If the world is a mess
We are programmed to the grid
Of pleasure and bliss
But arrows or drifters
We all just pretend
That we will not succumb