I am Society
Born in Olden Times.
You, guys, are my
Loyal members.
Scream, whim, protest,
I cherish your efforts.
I will demolish them,
Corrupt and digest.
I love your lives
Built due to logics
To be crushed into
Crubmles and pieces.
Hey, my outcasts,
You are all idiots.
I needn’t your beauty,
Nor art, nor desires.
I made the matrix
Of your behavior
And you must be
Within it or die,
Never mind how —
Morally or physically.
I adore both ways
«Cause I do love you,
shmucks!