Carbon Obsolescence

Machines keep spinning

Whether I live or not

Far from a nightcap

They rotate like a satellite

Despite my conscience

Or lack of fortitude

The mechanics of steel, aluminum, and plastic moves on

If only the flesh and blood could be replaced with rubber tubing

Keep my conscience intact

I need to know what’s going down

If only we could replace

That which is organic

Carbon based life

Could slowly become obsolete

Slowly become

Unnecessary

What’s gonna happen

When the winter comes too soon?

The tides just keep rising

What outcome is preferred?

Imperial proliferation

Maximization of interrogation

Masterful only when concerned with propagation

Rank and file incarceration

All is useless

Mitigation

The wolves are lonely

Concerned, conserved

And isolated

Boredom causing

Fraternalization

Business Wall Street

With these machinations

Good ol’ dog and pony

Caustic, ballistic, rationalizations

What’s gonna happen

When the winter comes too soon?

The tides just keep on rising

What outcome is preferred?