Detours curve, having been carved:
cities, the architecture of entitlement
neglecting the land and fruits.
Security snares with investment plans
and rat traps. The four-part harmony
has long since gone flat.
Time to rock and roll. Time for
the anger. You push push push
you the robots with neckties engineered
stealing lives, thundering bomb drops and raids
considering only your futures, day trading,
accruing debts with no intention to pay,
Only rape, and an inhumane harvest of birth-
defected children, seen as potential energy—
Plug ‘em in! And ride on into that holocaust
scarlet sunset, tinged with the dust of the new
West: human beings tied up with decimated remains
of lifeways and ancestors, tied up with rodeo ropes,
Allocated reservations and pittances.
And the beat goes on. Chop-chop, clop-clop,
we are all toxic, chop, kerplunk, ka-ching, here’s your change:
we are all toxic, chip-chop, tip-top, top shape, top shelf
as you exercise inside sterile walls with
electric gadgets buzzing, even then counting cash.