oh, now the deus ex machina of such technoillogical wonder
illumines the way to the mind’s cemetery-
contrives an easy solution to this apparently insoluble problem of Life.
and thus, the blind and mutilated cows calling themselves people
see nothing
of the world but the tail in front of them as they are led to
the soul’s cruel slaughterhouse.
down that drear path to certain inanity, I will not go.
I will not go.
my path is mine, to choose
and lose, alone.
I want orchids in my graveyard, dig?
Jackson Riley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apathy-is-too-boring-for-me/
