A Quality Of Life
Mass production is mass seduction
form of deduction from many to few
Quality made to suffer why try
To create a new buffer AI
Artificial lotus of illusion blossoming
Utopian paradise of false promising
Everything possible or graveyards without markers
For who may spurn an earthen urn
Perpetually filling with names inscribed in rusted script
Of axes ground of balances tipped and overturned
The tree of life reduced to kindling charcoaled screens
Electronically blues and greens
Coat the skies painting eyes with suction
Mass production is mass seduction
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-05-12 at 12:20
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