POEM: Nevermore Contrived

In the distant
But not too distant
Man fashions
A machine
That does every thing
For us
For the trees
Imperceptible
To but sum
Living in passed tense
Eternal re-pose
Holding sway
In make believe lives
And unexamined lies
So bold over
Weather manner machine
Companied buy nerves of steel
No more tempting stripped ease
Fore incalculable futures
Re-buffed completely
In surging acts of sedation
Knot in any weigh
Quiet getting
What
We came for
Never more
Contrived

This poem is about the many falsehoods being sold as in the marketplace of ease and predictability.  Such calculating contrivances pawn the notion that two half-truths are of equal value as a singular .  While many such a fool’s formula are accompanied by beguiling animations, the lively hood they occupy is a barren is not a package deal that can be souled by gimmicks and machinations, no matter how inventive.  There is no that can substitute for the disciplines of the .  There is no system that can supplant the the counsel of .  There are no makeshift maneuvers that can unseat .  There is no peril that does not shrink before .  There is no that can do a way with liberty.  There is no worldly or unequaled minions that can equal .  There is no or that is the match of .  There is no brand , fan club or that can replace true .  There is no ploy that can stand-in for .  There is no narcotic that can super seed and .  There is no outsourcing of will have its weigh with you. We must throw our counterfeits into the forge of Mordor, as the hollowed ring of leads us to false thresholds, revolving adores that steer us to idol pastures and perpetual cowing.

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