Single file,
yellow pages people, we
sponge glamour into habit,
squeeze style into uniform,
divide individuality into category,
abandon innocence to be found not guilty,
pursue happiness by chasing inflation’s tail and
freeze liberty in abstraction to preserve it for posterity.

The test of existence is reduced to multiple choice:
Giving in, giving of or giving up;
taking in, taking on or on the take.
It’s computer scored for expedience sake.

Idealizing heaven as a data bank,
we free-will-point-average mortal works.
Hell only lacks corporate security --
same striving torment, none of the perks.

“And there, but for the grace of God ...”
the motto to which we adhere;
really: But for held corporate identity,
“There” is a contraction of “to here.”

 
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