CTRL+ALT+DELA Poem by Breezie Kae
Ode to the plastic, keeping me sane;
it seems that the trees will no longer remain. When the life-force runs out, I won't take the blame - I'll just blame the natural. Artificial is replacing the actual; we only have room for convenient and accrual. Intimacy is replaced by the casual - we just blame the television. We can blame the commercial for making our decision; blame this corruption for morality's excision. Omit the the karyotype for this revision - we don't miss the fertile. Our way of life is becoming so senile; developing our own has become out of style. Our entire lives rest in a computer file - may I please press control, alt, delete. Without synthetic we feel incomplete, behind the robotic, we will retreat; we all give into our defeat.
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