The Incinerator
Does not care

How much money
You have
Or how many degrees

It does not care
About your family
Your hopes
Dreams or desires

It is the incinerator
And that is its function

The obese
And elderly
Will be the first

Taken from their homes
Tossed into the incinerator

There are limited resources
And a land
That was once plentiful
Has become barren

I've really grown
To love myself
More and more
Each day

After all
This is MY life

I have failed at many things
I don't have a strong muscular body

Why build up my muscles
Even more anyhow?

The overly large
Muscular and
Obese individuals
Will be the first to die

During the time of trials

With limited resources
Their bodies
Did not receive the
Necessary nourishment

I'm here
I'm here

Say it to yourself
And scream it out loud!

Run, Run from the incinerator

The snipers may get you
But a bullet is swift
And merciful

To burn in the incinerator
Well
That's not a pleasant thought
Is it?

I don't know what
America stands for
Do you?

I think there are many good people
That live here

But I don't think much
Of our government
And our government

Thinks even less of us

Smart appliances
To record
Smart phones
To save data

London is the most
Surveilled nation
In the world

I hope it never becomes
Like that here

Every minute in a public space
Being recorded
On their CCTV cameras

The thought police arrested
John Middleton
Of 480 Ashbury Lane

For a thought crime
He was angry
At his employer

He believed he was dismissed
From his job
Unfairly

And so in anger
He imagined bashing
His face in

Such a violent thought

The evidence was reviewed

Of course by now all thoughts
Were being uploaded
To the super computer
And stored in the cloud

Each human being
Had to be chipped
There memories stored

Each waking thought
And sleeping dream
Recorded

It's been terrible
Hasn't it?
Human life

I'd say so
But it could always be worse
And it has been for others

Run
Run Mr. Middleton
Run from the incinerator

Such violent thoughts!
The orchestrators
Of this one world order

Will not allow such
Violent thoughts
In their society

Mr. Middleton's digital monitor
(That was required in every living unit)
Calmly read the recommended
Daily intake of nutrients

He could hear
The incinerator
Always came
In the early morning

At the waking hour

It's been terrible
I know John
Hard for the most part

Holy Holy Holy
Is the......
John remembered quickly
That any repeated thoughts
Of a Divine Being

Would move him higher up
On the incinerator's list

Fear not the fires that burn
The creators
Of the incinerator
Will one day learn...