All the world is created
By two human beings who hate each other
Locked in eternal combat
Refereed by Karma
Wisdom and Reason subdued
As helpless spectators
Bound together and castrated
Flesh is formed
To be subsequently torn
Thrashing and gnashing
Of bone and sinew
Between the Grand Pillars
Of the Tabernacle
Charity, Compassion, and Beauty
Wail with grief all the while
Contempt, Scorn, and Wrath
Fatten themselves on the spoils of war
Weapons of assured destruction
Are unleashed upon the enemy
With spiteful fury
Weapons such as
Ego, Desire, Jealousy, and Pride
Are launched
With reckless abandon
Brother against Brother
Resulting in multiple
Catastrophic murders
Of Cardinal Virtues
The infinite ineptitude
Of each singularity
To gain the upper hand
Fuels the ire
And motivates each toward
Accelerated aggression
Escalating across Aeons
Of Primordial Chaos
Neither entity willing
To concede a truce
Ignorant of Forgiveness
And her Mother Love
Blinded to Truth
That if they ceased warring
There would be the realization
They are
One

She was in the knowing stage of being ****
Which, a century ago would be alluring
Making her mysterious and marveled, elusive
Taboo even
In this aweless, lawless digital wasteland
She was relegated to the position of commoner
A trillion, trillion pixels of poses
Not for posterity, no
More for posturing
More for positioning herself for
Instafication
Sordidly salivating as the counter clicked
Ever higher the number of persons
She didn't even like, pretending
To like her
And her
Hy-Pro
Framed low
Dreamy glow
Her self-esteem a public offering
Tethered to the hope of approval
From whomever happened to be
Wandering through the matrix
Worthiness rising and crashing
In a virtual tide of comments
Affirming her value
She cherished no secrets
Publishing her imbecilic itinerary
Instantly alerting the word
To her geographic location accompanied
With acronyms and emoticonceited hieroglyphs
Whose absurdity will baffle
Future generations of anthropologists
Should there be any living
Who will be interested in studying humanity
Once it's gone?
Who will find the fortitude
To glance away from the machine screen?
Will she be reluctant to escape her avatar
For something tangible?
The polished filtered flesh
She mistakes for her reality
Is an unending string
Of ones and zeroes
Fewer ones
An ever expanding mass of zeroes

She sells herself to finance her suicide
Surrendering to the seductive siren sensation
One more hit of his pipe translates to
One more hit of her pipe
One more putrid ***** transforms to
One more skillful stick

She murders dignity to pursue decadence
Mumbling monotone mantras maniacally
One more trip around the block equates to
One more moral placed in hock
One more greasy smile amounts to
One more dance with denial

She absorbs abuse to save souls
Protecting proteges poised for perdition
One more lash of leather corresponds to
One more tickle of a feather
One more session of spanks brings
One more gesture of thanks

She stifles all semblance of normalcy
Wallowing wordlessly within her weathered world
One more pain converts to
One more gain commutes to
One more pain to one more pain