Show of force and fall
from grace
vapor trail
a lonely drop of blood
can’t touch your base
but bubbles bursts
right in your face
As we rush through space
a gray, a jaded
plastic race
cold to the touch
forlorn, consumed by
each and ever shelf
Wanton, vapid
masters of traffic and trash
soon forgetting
soon forgotten
outside fresh
the inside rotten
Debaser of taste
explorer of want
colonizer of dirt
a slave to all
consumptive power
sack of meat
idol of death
getting deader every
hour