sticky ends

I was told by those
who seem to
deem themselves
as some kind
of Authority
that I would eventually
be hoisted

displayed
hanging lifeless
before those who can't
bear to face
the concequences
of too many questions

It was more than hinted
that I would probably
meet a very sticky end

well folks

I am here to tell you
Armageddon isn't happening
quite the way
they said it would

Years of fear
Decades of facade
a potemkin of polemics
a factory of factors

all waiting in
Terminal server
obediently awaiting
scheduled launch

powerful events
charge on a line
in parrallel
& in series
obediently placating
The chessboard timetable

Simultaneously sickened
As doomers
bathe in
captured
perpetual
dogma scroll

Solarpunks relate
dated futuristic
fairy stories
to a public that
can barely afford
to feed itself

I find my
prepped & promised
sticky end
satiates my need
to push your needle
off the marked maze

Am I an
inconsequential
server slave drone?

My ego
is not billions dead
It is but one

What would be
a rational transaction
in my remotely pinpricked
neuralgia ridden
Electro smog
thickened head?

As life becomes
nothing more than
Business as usual
I tried to call
myself collect
To plead with
the superhero
Hiding in the wardrobe

Never stop now
or we
may never
stop stopping
a forever
engrained as
antidote to
natural evolutionary
groovestep

Ending the need
to be reactionary
is not an ends
to itself

I find myself

placed
shelved
stored
forgotten
completely

packed
in