FORCE-THE-EDGES

A middle creature,
Seized upon hemorrhages,
Makes light of the ooze,
In front of the officials.

A wonderful new byproduct,
Of profane misbehavior,
Is punishing that machine,
And should be regarded as harmless.

What a crisis, this melodrama,
To be swallowed whole by this infrastructure,
Of crystallized mishaps,
Time released capsules of artificial fear,
And subliminal logic bombs.