The Gorn Legacy

They told us All was Free and Clear

That silica was Nature's Miracle

Used by princesses maintaining the illusion there is time for bathing

Sold us a pat on the shoulder

 

Patented years in advance

Accompanied by obtuse user manuals

Untenable maintenance schedules

And coupons for death

While wearing invisible shorts

Called us pussies when we were panthers of steel

Formatted our children with the idea of other

Through ranked language of shame

And salvation through glimmering marketing

Of fractionated, reconstituted, industrially filled and fortified sustenance

Putty for holes poked in third eyes

By a quiver full of

Whizzing buzzing ticking scarcity

A war against the unicellular

Waged by greed and avarice-fueled mother-yearning giantism

And supposed water-walking

Now please tell me

What is mark making

But denying the thin skin between meditation and rumination

And why try

In a country where professional eye contact

Starts at a dollar a minute