Digital eraser of the backspace in
place of the rubbery nub
Of a yellow number two pencil
flittering its pink fairy-dust eyelashes
Typing source code supplanting the
genetic instructions of the cell
Humans playing god like evolution
scrabble transposing blood for electricity
The landscape of ant-hill cities
burrowing and building continental lairs
For the queens to devour the
superfluous asexual horde as discretion calls to her
In the bellies of consciousness
derived from programmed pheromones
Hunger caked in a frosted lollypop
buried by plankton and ferns
Bitches go get that slick slop
cherry top and lug the grease to the factory floor
Oh e Oh, Oh, O, Oh e Oh, Oh, O
Robot machinists shifting drilled
remnants flowing the idolatry of the bolt
To eliminate every segment of sinew
possible so that the conversation is muted
To a number
One harnessing in stocked pile
preponderance coned like a warhead
Submit or she launches like a despot
on tour for the lowest common denominator
For human desperation mapped in
bicameral approval
Defining water, air, and toil rights
to trade eons for earnings per share
For engineered monkeys on
typewriters fumbling towards three dimensional printers
Economically efficient to produce
chaos in the chemistry of binary codification
Printing where hands were previously
required accelerating extinction
As complement to the tenacity of a
beast’s right to dominate his environment
Like the Walton family crest downing
a Coca Cola Starbucks in Luxottica eyewear
With Ernst and Young reviewing the
Citi Bank financing Monsanto’s crop
For a Visa exchange fee for the vig
at the Reservation’s casino to keep the squawk down
News crawls on the candidate’s war
chest dollar cup size slaloming getting “primaried”
And the probability of the majority
exceeding the filibuster threshold two years from now
Lactating intransigence from Lady Liberty
to milk the freshmen senators to grow up
Like tenured savants of negotiated
democracies plugging in to the ant queen
The lie of the ant hill is the
individual is valued over the group; one perpetuates
While the lines of peons scavenge
for a lick hazed into a monotony
That you just might lose the bit you
have if you rile up, we’ll let the real crazies loose
From the rice, coffee, cotton, and
soybean fields like you forgot the hands not done pickin’
Harvester dragon tractors aint
absolute, but we workin’ for the boot
To hide the mathematics of what is
macroeconomics
To see that two businesses producing
the same object and profit margin
But one employs a million and one
employs five are not the same
Because you see the difference is
always retained
The trickle is never down
Minimum wage is just a clamp on a
pipe
Redirecting a dividend for a stock
price
Fundamental barriers to entry raised
for the titans
That the sixty-sixth trillion is
easier than the seventh
The traveling currency like frozen
blood in an artery hardened in banks
Of stacked reserves asleep at the
wheel as the masses idle
The wake of human voices attempting
purpose and left feckless
Realizing we never needed the
efficiency of marvelous delivery drones
We simply needed the heart to pump
and cells flush in oxygen to circulate
So that as one imagines the world;
one sees a land
Where all the clean air has been
purchased to be purchased back in tithe
A mansion on the hill inhales and
exhales with Chantilly icing on the carpet
As the real terminator does not use
bullets but the idea
Of the group over the individual
flipped like a vice
That one never introduces the idea
that we are each in on the thought crime
Worms on a hooks no longer wiggling
Waiting, saying, “Yes mam, please
just don’t swallow me whole.”
