Assembly line minds, conveyor belt imaginations
process human suffering with cold calculations.
Social relations are reduced to a mere formula
that was created by an auditor
who works part-time as the coroner.

Assembly line minds, conveyor belt imaginations
require ‘round-the-clock stimulation.
Glued to machines of sensory obliteration
that outlaw complexity.
Uploading selfies,
trying to become an overnight celebrity.
Stardom is sold in a package
but critical thought is sold separately,
and the shipping and handling cost for longevity
is a hefty fee.

Assembly line minds, conveyor belt imaginations
are ventriloquist dummies for government agents.
Regurgitating their statements
on cue with perfect cadence.
Although it is shameless the way police
mutilate their people in the streets,
they are piñatas who reward their abusers with treats.

Assembly line minds, conveyor belt imaginations
forecast tomorrow with confined expectations.
They do not seek to dismantle the structure of relations,
or question how long will imbalances in power last
before the bottom class
rises up and overturns the hour glass.

By Darryl Walker Jr
(c) Copyright 2016

Prompt: Copycat