Cubicide

Dark clouds of thought were unproven examples
Of the principle of doubt transforming the future

They assumed the management of progress
As psychic discipline for fools and thieves

Readily applying passive aggressive silken word
To salve over the neglect and waste

Millions of corporate neckties and cubicles
Lambent with dust and light cones

The suicides on Facebook were a real laugh
Attendant to graphing a reality just over the hill

They lingered in the cloud of tagged photos
There was a standard design for next of kin

Some built little gardens of remembrance
And scattered ashes to the wayback machine

Everyone knew on which side their bread was buttered
Privacy became quaint and strange

Mother America is always predictable in some ways
But unpredictable in others

The rage of Uncle Sam comes in on a Viking tide
Sentencing all genetically bound to death

Some never lost their neck braces
But gained a vector of pitch and thrust

While others circled dissatisfied
With their pretty wings

They crawl over us as we change the world
Small blocks of the day at a time

Find and replace operations flipping people
As the units of resource

Disposability was good for launching Saturn V rockets
Despite the obvious morass of Tupperware

They placed everything in containers and boxes
Always indeterminate upon measurement

Questioning the strategy of the boxes
Was above question

Psychotics found it to be a wonderful playground
That bore sweet money as fruit

Fragile analysts found safety in the devastated word
Of poets and urbanite collectors

Music would feed that last little desire
To be undefined by a desk at the house of cards

But mostly they were routine pipeline fodder
Flushed by large manufacturing concerns

Do you remember the first tape you bought dude?
What games did you have as a kid?

Oftentimes we hear strange sounds at the footfall
Of dawn when the sun rises over the hills

It's just the passing of grey traffic
In the meantimes of peak oil