Surrogate Sufficiency (Industrial Society and Its Future)...

The delusions of a dreamland's decadence
resound a rapture relative to no relevance
As primitive man partakes in a primal parade
or modern man acquires all things man-made
Their smiles shine the same for a surrogate second
before the wreck of real-reality must be reckoned

The labor of life as a long death-defying feat
is diminished to margins of making ends meet
Survival becomes a secondary consideration
requiring residual rations of real contemplation
The lions have been tamed, the tigers all caged
relinquishing the world to renegades enraged

Living deliberately & supping of life's marrow
becomes a pantomime of pretentious pedagogy
For the known narratives are necessarily narrow
and there's not much room in the colloquial barrow
Those that would drive life into some captive corner
set no life free, but become an abandoned mourner

So this surrogate sentience must suffice
in this modus vivendi plagued with vice
The reality is reserved for the replicant
and serenity is secluded as supplicant
As prayers are all screened before being sent
men wonder if the answers to life came & went

From the simulated scene of the techno/industrial mean
to the autopsy on autonomy by an automated machine
The post-modern world is a postmortem-man's dream
where both life and death are the same in its scheme
The power process produces simple surrogate satisfactions
and fulfillment falls from favor to forgeries and rarefactions

Society savors the sensations of synthetic scopolamine
deceived by indiscriminate doses of derivative dopamine 
Freedom fails, and permutations of permissions prevail
Nature is negated, and attempts to avenge are of no avail
Puppets and patsies supplant more personal personages
supplied with superficial supplements in steady surplusages 

As the system supersedes every single solitary soul
the haves become have-nots till the whole's in a hole
Then the structures will rupture, leaving ruins and rubble
that torture the tepid, tendering truest terror and trouble
What may become of what remains of what became
will still surely aspire to resemble more of the same