victim #07377G13
you reach with the apathy arm
envelope into the pretense
an i run from the assembly line ways
you create the masses
a swirling void
with hypnotic advertising that costs a billion
clever slogans of antiquity
new style of old revisited
and not a soul takes note
the conveyor belt you build
move the mass along line
so uniforms may be dealt
like the young soldier shipped to war
the incandescent lights glow
to turn the skion pale shades of death
symbol ignored by masses
free thought dissipates
corporate profit grows
conformity
everyone will look
talk
act
fuck
write
eat
paint
smoke
hear
the same
why clones pose objections to cloning
i may never know