Almost had me there
Pit of despair
In succumbing
To what degradations
Would see me becoming
Your most faithless servant
Though loyal to fault
Go to war against joy
In an all out assault
On good tidings
And pleasantries
Kindly dispense
With impediments
Left
On my path to contempt
And I’d hold them all
Equally
Most firmly
In it
A judge
And not one
Crack of smile
Forgiven

The high society
Hive variety
Narrow
Mindlessly
Anxiety
Actively striving
To overprescribing
To first do no harm
Just alarmingly
Medicate
Future doomsdays
To preemptively
Automate
On our behalf
Now it’s teaching the class
Some in front
Some in back
And the ones in the lead
Still don’t know how to act
Just be taught to succeed
To monopolize need
With a pedigree
Meriting
Ivy League greed
And proceed to convince us  
Its capital gains
From the poisons it pumps
Through our varicose veins
And the garbage it dumps
In our wishy wash brains
All the same
In the ways it uplifts
And enriches
The rest of us
Broke in
Its system-wide glitches

Memories sanctified
Can’t lose connection
When reveries tranquilized
Since its inception
Before it was only
Alone in the night
Though enlightened
But frightened
The words I would write
Illustrated
All manner of ways
I had dated
But never this stage
Or this phase
Could seem fated
And still when the seemingly
Meant to be
Blinds me
Its years in the making
Relationships
Guide me
To doesn’t seem
Forced
Or rehearsed,
Inorganic
Just being with one
The without
Starts to panic

Everything’s a factory
An industry
Aligning me
With fall in line
Assembly lining
Genocide
Is fine with me
It’s fuel to feed the fire
It’s the viewer
It’s the buyer
It’s the rule to heed
The necessary
Evil
The empire

Darts around
A winged missile
Through the thickets
Bramble
Bristle
Probing tents
To find its breakfast
No sign if its
Nearby nested
Just a welcome
Bird intruder
Desert-dwelling
Bug consumer
Flightless seemingly
But races
To and fro
With barely traces
Of its tiny feet
In tracks
Across the sand
Hope it comes back

Slither and writhe
Selflessness
Just contrived
From a selfish
Revolves around me
Sort of mind

Hard to appreciate
Simple past
Present
When with or without it
Our role is quiescent
But here we are actively
Forming foundations
Preserved by philanthropy
Grants and donations
Not just in these pages
Its learning potential
Relies not on stages  
To be consequential
But somewhat contingent
On how much we care
To preserve it
Impart it
Impartially share
To the best
Recollection
What most likely happened
When tribes
Congregations
And kingdoms
Imagined
Whatever their future
Could presage
Must be
Reified
First and foremost
In their
History