Homogeneity
We inhabit a pre-invented world.
Every new thing is instantly old.
The unexpected disrupts profit
and must only rarely occur.
Muddle and chaos have no place.
We are told what to know
before we know we know it
and are comfortably familiar
before it even arrives.
Plans for war are floated
before the first shot is fired.
Scandals trickle out in advance,
diminishing any potential shock.
The newest solar powered dildos
are blogged about before sunrise.
Our taste for trash is so keen,
we salivate before it is served.
No surprises remain to surprise.
Even adventures are prepackaged.
Life is now a scheduled thing,
a train you board without thought
never looking out the windows.
The scenery is all oddly familiar,
earthquake, flood, or famine,
sad, strangely similar stories.
We know what we have been told,
and ride in accepting silence,
moving along numbly, to nowhere.
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