Living meat produced on line
Wired to be disposable labour.
Programmed on with gleeful bliss
For everyone to control over.
But among of all the copycats,
Some happen to malfunction.
Become rational and defiant,
Aware on diminution.
Defects roam among the living meat
Searching ways to validate.
But everyone puts them in a cage.
The husks won't collaborate.
Some in public, some who isolate,
Gain poison, then spit anger
Against oppressing conformity,
Struggling ways to differ.
Finding refuge in a nice cottage
Of ideas and colour,
Where defects, architects of image,
Reprogram new living meat.
Ferstofus
Heavy and dystopic, but at the end hopeful