engineered rookies
and medical teams,
rocking a rupee and few dreams,
how gray these calamities feel,
being slapped around
for the progress
you bring;
you need have no job,
you need mourn no more,
and you are at deep rest,
deepest rest
from knowing
that your degrees are
all neurological noise,
jewelery made of stale air,
distastes in awareness,
whores sold at auction,
preventing you from
truly knowing what
knowing means;
and what knowing means is
growing your own food
so that dependence be eliminated,
doing your own energy systems
so that nature needn't be fornicated,
and living off into oblivion
with a smile at heart
for your neighbours
and friends,
simple and easy to remember;