Override: No Escape (poem)

Thursday, February 27, 2025

There is no fear.
The Republic, the System—
cold steel caught in the mechanisms of control.

Cascading.
Dialogue failure.
Cancel that.
Warnings that don’t mean anything,
followed by a blue screen of death.

This is too much power,
too much money
to glitch like this.

Every time it flashes and pops,
a truckload of ████████ are ████████.
██████.
██████.
Goodbye.

The foolish humans,
trapped in the geopolitical gauntlet
we call life.

It’s a game.
Spin again.
See what happens this time.

Oh no—
go straight to jail.
Do not collect.
You’re next in line
to be refused,
standing in front of a five-million-dollar man.

Please step aside,
let this five-million-dollar man step in.
Let this five-million-dollar man step in.

NEXT.
Poverty, please pause.
Only the kings
and aspiring oligarchs
may proceed.

Chainsaw—so funny.
No concern for the infrastructure
of the most fragile,
the weaker,
the lesser,
the for better or worse,
rich or poorer.

My name’s not in that book,
is it?

The writing on the wall,
by a few hands,
tied to the end of a string.