Undone by Guilt, Part One

We walk alone side-by-side

Wearing mink coats

And soft leather sandals

In an oil spill of egotism

Life is a stage!

Refreshing an unquenchable thirst

With icy bottled water

Like swallowing our dry pills

Washed down

By genetically modified dinners

We build mountains with garbage

Tanned D-deficiently by blank screens

Building dependencies with androids

Contingent on capitalized faux emotion

A juxtaposition of deeply in-touch out-of-touch

people

And we raise our children like foreign helicopters

Dressing them in glass helmets and knee pads

Everyone is numbed

To recreation (and relaxation)

We look out our foggy windows

on Spare the Air days

Planting chlorofluorocarbons

In a green house in the sky

And the rich get richer

Our children will raise more children

But only by selection

They will harvest them in tubes

Choosing only the crème de la crème

A generation of super-users forthcoming

Belongingness will be satisfied

In a virtual (wayward) world

An evolution of narcissism

The busiest isolated loners you will ever see

They will have virtual birthday parties

And tell folklore of old-school ghost stories

"...and before humans knew any better, they

played, 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey.'" [Gasp!]

MRE-esce cuisine will be the peak of indulgence

Desensitized to deforestation

And the drought of organic farming

And they will be senseless to oceans flooding

with human waste (floating on human error)

Children will learn about being an "individual" in

history books

Reinforcing the disconnection

With their alien ancestors...

(Continued in Week #19 Prose Challenge of the Week)