The Edge Of An Absolute Insanity Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Networks
not working.
Infrastructure
crippled to nothings.
Government's negative
tokens, institutions; lost
investments decried! Collectives
our futures planning devised, tomorrow
is redundant; ease of living denied. Corporations
ruled as people, now there is no surprise! Inescapable
illogical, ill-moral; disguised as individuals, each complex and
by laws granted rights. Organizations built of hyper-inefficiency
with knowledge forfeit; all of academia has turned over and died
and therefore, there goes your futures for few realize this wicked
scheme, one that is no exceptional surprise. Over decades this
has come to be, this has come to this; what once futurists
designed, that highest of priesthoods; became passé
and now only profitability is held as high. And why?
My summation? The lazy progeny of ‘that oligarchy'
that institutional wickedness hovering over all of the
"sheeple"; versed in the worst of things, awash in mindless
meddling corporate games, concentrated in things of "technology
global politics, weaponry, and slavery"! What is this you say?
Modern daze slavery? An entire world's population mired in
a "wage slavery"; sans the one-tenth of one-percent! Let
US think more profoundly on this. Come on now, is this
simply flippant ideology or do we all need to call for
the Doctors of Proctology? Too remove each of your
collective heads from your owned asp wholes!
Acknowledge this! Your lives are nothing but
‘asp whist' and the livelihood of your children
will be riddled in convoluted legislation enacted
years prior to their births! This "hucksterism" by
the "Market's Visions" results in such legislation written
to please only the corporations; and not the socially acceptable
envisioning of the "People's livelihood's fruition", and this
transition away from humane thinking into corporate
banality in reality is the ending of the road you see
that humanity needs to tread. Or else all of the
species human will wind up burned to a crisp
and flung off of this rapidly spun speck of
solar sand that the all of Earth truly is!
Begs this question: Are we indeed
perched on the finality, that is; on
"the edge of an absolute insanity"?