oh, how I despise the powerful

neo-genetic, quasi-platonic

architects of thought

molding life into whatever color, shade

or purpose they covet

gurgling psychobabble

from the lips of its paternalistic designers

shouting out it’s alive and well

and still carrying on its own bodily functions

falling in love

to dissimulate a social/political portent of arrogance

into the next generation

spreading into the mitochondria

of wasteful city agendas

flirting with the outskirts of impoverished townships

sickened by their own sense of being

dwelling and swelling

in a cultural

culture of petri dish ambitions

accepting living in a  hologram

of wet dreams and imagined longings

oh, how I loathe these pseudo-gods of earth

who love to fool the world

casting spells feverishly into every direction