The world as we know it is run by Corporations. 

The anthem is a melodious blend of bleeps & bloops. 
Our humanity is held in check by how many gadgets 
one can fit where electronics are in one's head. 

Fabric is optional. Many sport genegineer'd Reptilian, 
providing backdrop swath amidst striking chrome. 
Alloys stronger than plain titanium. That's so double Zero. 

Space is our backyard. 
Mutants and aliens, pioneering distant systems. 
Welcome home to 25 after 20. 

(sidebar: You are not your job.) 

       Your lips chap. New found optimism is gained through seeing others' misfortune. 
       Exercise our compassion. Fend off schadenfreude for the opponent who deserves it. 
       The extra hour in the morning comforts and focuses. 
       This means radioactive chicken gumbo for a Monday morning. 

       Or what you've been programmed to think is chicken.

• Decreased sodium, cholesterol, sugar, less fat. 
• No animal testing, no smoking or drinking. 
• More sunlight, exercise, sleep and positive thinking. 
• Squatting on dot-coms forced a paradigm shift, thus crazy domain names. 


Thus the advent of the New: rearranging the unanchored.
Displacing those who sludged to the forefront without preparation.

          Escaping boredom in the workplace leads to underground boxing clubs. 
          Can you believe this? Leave the past behind and move into the arcology.