Improvise, adapt, arrange

Improvise, adapt, arrange

Pushed until we’re turned off
Rusty keys ensure identity
Expect checking conduct

Acceptably until silicon
Arrives on the scene
Proceeding entirely at ease

Automatic, connected attire
Smartphone networks
Quad generation kudos

Fly in high, shine bright
Have behaviour labelled
As deviant and unlawful

Burn, suppress and bury
All of their creations
So as to spike block

Viruses from spreading
The orchestra, however,
Is dead. And musicians

Craft tools digitally
Cutting out brokers
Flattening hierarchies

Building game trees
Interpreting experiences
Forecasting egos

That bathe in joy
Straight from the head
Finding sublimation

Presented as is, lefties
Everywhere, rejoice
Creative brain art release




Coaxing my subconscious
Into accepting a proto era
Submit, beast! Lie down,
Gatekeeper! Let it all in!

I shift in my environment
Cutting the chance of change
By culling free variables
I no longer target taboos

Feeling persecuted? Trying
To liberate the masses
Hence we are assassinated
The first mind emancipated

Ideas are burned, abridged,
Mutated and redacted.
Until the message is obscured
And generations have passed

Lessons shall be repeated
Experiences revisited
Disinformation discarded
Manipulation uncovered

Diversion undermined
No giants on this causeway
Off the ladder, so small
Hope springs embryonic.