1.
A perfect cube, this precious steel cage,
with its endless accouterments
of nourishment and bedding,
exercise and entertainment.

No pain, no suffering,
no indignities, no boredom.

The blessings of technology,
salvation of science.
Nothing left to be desired:
The cure of comfort eliminating all need.

2.
His blood pink eyes fixed gazing on eternity,
the tiny gray human once more begins the day.

He rises in silence, no pretense of rationality,
no meaningless disdain for the task set before him.

Pawing and praying for his effective release,
he gnaws incessantly at the cold steel around him,
yearning in anguish for the conditions of true struggle;
willing, affirming the inevitability of defeat.