The one half-brick for the load-bearing column;
the trash-can lid for the perilous slalom;
the sugar-shack shake for the slow-release burn;
the uninspired bureaucrat’s leadership turn.
For surveillance techniques, let’s make standardized tests;
for tasty ingredients: breed-slaughter pests;
for our waste, let us haste to outpace every place
–such a pity: “the city” does an unwitty ditty
to attract corporate dumps; un-willed citizens slump.
Predict products’ senescence with planned obsolescence
(if it falls apart fast, it increases our cash).
Into the Clarities 
True story. Well written!
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Sadly, it often is. Not always, though!
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What a punch! <3
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The people I’d like the poem to punch aren’t likely to read this blog, unfortunately. ;-D
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Most unfortunate, friend. It is however, good to see you here again. :)
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Thank you, Kindra! It’s good to see your face and to read your words — and to meander over to your site! You’re so productive, it puts me to shame. :-|
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You’re welcome! I’m always happy to see you around.
Not reporting to an outside job helps my productivity.
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Great to see you my friend
Life is so different than
It’s ever been before
Hang in there
You’re not a lone
As Sheldon Always
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Perhaps it is – there are certainly differences.
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