Its slick like plastic, and smells like wood stain,
Life is the new systematic,
Death is not the only means of escape,
There's always the possibility you’ll be eligible for stasis,
Leaving others with the responsibility of looking underneath that sandy new born elastic
flesh once properly restrained,
Where correlated hopes and wishes bring the promises of someday and maybe they
might find someone who could know the right question to ask anyone that would find a
cure,
Storage units become the only way your name is viable in the eyes of this new system,
Every unit locks into its proper place down through the lines of barcode inspired sheds,
A design created for an allowance consideration by the new systematics own intelligent matrix,
It will be many more years before such an honor as prestigious as consideration will be
bestowed upon this group of units again,
Rejoice;
For the ooze feeds the people - oxygen is no longer breathable through the
new methane fog that -
I swear - has the same glint as cat piss and the same sting as finding the guest list to
your own funeral,
Survival is no longer determined by nature,
Survival is determined by ones’ own ability to obtain the new necessary equipment.
By Errin Milam posted 05/05/2012
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