I guess I didn’t think that there was more beneath the ice

Didn’t think ‘The Great Experiment’ was just me being nice.

I never thought that I could shut my mouth and get the message out directly through the eyes

I didn’t think The Virus would still be here, after all this time.

Thought I’d hit my limit, but I never saw the line.

Always think I’m finished then I’m visited by half-a-dozen rhymes

Visited by half a dozen visions of the future Bezos has in mind.

A future you can picture, since you’ve lived it half your life

But now it’s blooming brighter like a Jasmine in the night.

Or, more like a prototype of Amazon Vine

You put it in some soil and pretend that it’s alive,
And let it see the sun so it can read the wi-Fi
and Amazon promises it doesn’t read your dreams or seep a toxin in the air that makes you sensitive to sunlight

So, yeah, you may not ever get to see another sunrise, but you got a years sub to Amazon prime cause it came with a free code.

Sentient even in its ‘Sleep Mode’,
Scanning faces, mapping clothes,
Keeping records of your speech, and your habits on your phone.

Shaping all their ads to target you, alone.

And, suddenly you look up from glow of your device, and it’s just you, alone.

Frozen in the ice beside the fossil of a megaphone

Frozen next to faded signs like “We Are All Assange” & “Send Mumia Home”

If Bezos had his way, we wouldn’t need a home.

We’d spend every day inside our cubicles, working every finger to the bone or up our cuticles, feb by only fear and our adrenochrome

Til one day you escape, but it’s a little too late, cause you won’t recognize it when you see your home.

Cause you still look the same, but all your friends are in the senior home

Cause Bezos lured you right into the cryo-tank by telling you that you’re the type of worker he would like to groom for CFO

And you don’t know your name, but you know, somewhere, there’s a bank where Jeff had told you that your pay would go

But it’s right in the center of his hideous estate, past the Amazon Drones, and the Amazon Tanks, who’ll call in every Amazon Robot Dog in the ranks within range of their radios.

And these are not the dogs that you’ve seen in the videos,
These are dogs that no one else has seen and lived to document, and you’d do well to pray for those, and pity those.

Every little movement is unnatural and alien and such a blatant mockery of canine form contorted into such a monstrous radiance, it chains you to a fear that is the oldest, and the innermost.

Hidden close to visions of the blaze that only took a half a day to sweep Arcadia.

And burn the forests down,
allowing Jeff to break ground on the Prime Colosseum & The Amazon Stadium

Somewhere he can sit and watch us battle to the death to have a shot to fill an open spot,

and maybe make enough to pay for insulin and radium,

Imagine all the rush of the palladium, but painted in the neon sort of gray of pure uranium.

Safe to say, if Elon had his way, we’d all be husks with just enough cerebral mush to push the buttons, but not enough to make it past the Tesla Brand Mark IV Geraniums

Who tell the little microchip they slipped into your cranium to trickle out some lithium to level off your gradient

Maybe you’ll think twice before you go try something brave again.

Maybe you’ll think twice, and then the prior thought will fade again.

Tesla-Training Pamphlets all acknowledge there’s a period where entry-level interns & associates may need a little “breaking in”

You can shut your eyes, but they’re still breaking in.

Down beneath the ice, the earth is caving in.

Down the road, when Amazon knocks down your home, the house just can’t be found, it’s just an Amazon Casino wrapped around the globe, and every hand, they make you fold, and tell you Bezos wins.

Bezos makes the rivers red where NATO swims.

Watch the U.N. fume again, and draft a resolution to compose a strongly worded letter stating their admonishment

Condemning the abuse of human rights and then they all go back to watching with a paralyzed astonishment

Frozen in the air like they’re the painting of a parliament, locked in counter-arguments, quoting from the blackest stack of Amazon-approved redacted documents.

Amazon’s internal workings, writhing like a toxic mass of moccasins

Amazon’s job fair day, where they lied about your pay, and then they locked you in.

Watched by all the Jasmine, and Geraniums and Hyacinth, stalking you, and mocking you while eyeing you with higher sense and booting up the drive that loads the protocol for violence.

So here’s to the day when the pylons go silent.

& Miles of highways close in a blink, like the weight on your eyelids.

Here’s to your secrets once nothing is private.

Here’s to the prototype Amazon Vine, that, according to Alexa, is just minutes from arriving.