PLACE OF WORSHIP
I achieved
my spot
in this place of worship
found a pew to myself
unlike the time
when they had locked the door
had singled me
out for exclusion, railed
from the pulpit
my face published
in the prescriptions
nailed to the wooden door
silly me
to overreach
not to comply, my soul
(so young) still
deeply
wed to chaos, disorder,
anarchy
anything that reeked
of liberation
schism
with blind authority
OH YOU CYBERPUNK REBELS
Oh you
cyberpunk rebels
hot stuff
thorn in the side
mote in the eye
of all our dystopian futures
we love you now but
we are fickle, we
are controlled
power
snaps its fingers
and we come running
would come running
if we did
have legs
to stand on were
allowed mobility
at this futurepoint in time
and so
a slight change in inclination
here
twist in attitude
what was reverence
admiration now
condemnation, call
for extermination
getting
hacked to pieces
everything that hacked in
and here you lie
according to plan
you
on the table
plan what to do with you
on the table
somewhere inside all that
soft, lovely humanity,
a resource for
harvesting
requires brutal reaping
will be livestreamed.
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