Soon
Worship nothing
Before a false idol
Consider these signs
That I’m seeing
As vital
Flatlining
And idle
Of minding
Its business
Its dealings
Provoking
The pulse
Of the polls
To its feelings
For fear
Is the sheep
To the slaughterhouse
Martyrdom
I am the bomb
In its first class’s
Carrion

The side of the aisle
My mind seems to
Lean-to
Should not be
Determinative
Of what screens do
Conditions and terms
No one thoroughly
Reads through
But see through
Their hides
Of AI
Belied schemes to
Delete us
Becomes more
Demanding a task
If they need us
To keep
Testing products
In class

Somewhere along the way
Remained the little kid
Afraid
Sustained
Defiance
In the face of evil
Nonetheless
Invade
Its wealthy bastions
Deepest passions
It’s subservience’s status
In its state of constant panic
Imitate
Its ***** habits
For the palace
That was promised
In the years of propaganda
Stayed a fantasy
Illusory
A loser’s memoranda
So forgive me
If in victory
I still feel sorely missed
When all they taught me was
An infantile
Ignorance is bliss

Spearhead of the west
Cut above all the rest  
Into many
Campaigns
And crusades
I invest
Precious dime
Overtime
My whole body
And mind
All I get in return though
Is reruns
Of Palestine
So I’m just trying
To go off the grid
But I’m gritty like
City life’s
Destitute kid
And I can’t see them hungering
Weeping
And shrieking
And not feel it too
Among all of you
Sleeping
Depressed in your needless excesses
And decadence
Debt-ridden
Fiends of fiat money
Reverence
Severed from what
Makes us human
The most
Civilized
Genocide
And our ties
To this post

Turning blind eyes
To such violent
Vicinities
As we so
Sheepishly
Worship
Divinities
Somehow benevolent
Equally
Merciful
Media
Socialites
Sharing their
Personal
Cuts to commercial
Breaks
Pumping
Accelerates
Over the cliff
Into pits
Of disposable
Obsolete fleshings
The metal
Inevitability
Overload

Get ‘em to their feet,
Get ‘em marching
To the drum beat,
Then just keep ‘em hungry
Keep ‘em thirsty
Keep ‘em silent
Violence sells
And in the genocide
Of mind
Committed
Blind compliance quells
Its own rebelliousness
Inherent
In adherents
To the faith
In some great nation
Under God of Hatred’s
Tax evasion state

Capital
Video
Game
That we play
For top scores
Is a credit score
Bank account
Claim to fame  
Megastore
Dying and sick
On the floor
Can’t afford
One more round
Of roulette
In United Health
Wars
And it bores us to tears
To be so ****
Robotic
But we are all addicts
Of statics
Hypnotic
With optics
Of all seeing
NPCs
Sleeping
Competing for ranks
On the leaderboard’s
Reaping
With motherboards
Hoarding
The wealth it all
Generates
Megalomaniacopoly
Nation-states
Form in the borders
Of who is
Cheat coding
The best
In addressing
Its servers imploding