Malleable

I’m not important, 

pay no attention

I’m the reflection 

in the glass you polish off,

the bullet point you delete, 

the unformatted column 

on your excel spreadsheet,

I’m the glitch 

within the coding

the voice that’s 

always goading you 

to go take a risk,

I’m the unexpected birth kick,

the C section to remove baby 

.... quick! 

from strangling itself 

on your placenta

I’m the visionary, 

the inventor 

of the 4 speed 

windscreen wiper, 

the creator

the agitator 

of the human psyche fused to 5G,

the fusion is coming 

and it won’t set you free,

you’re being genetically modified

hypnotised to except,

I’m the numbing agent 

that erases regret,

I’m the curriculum 

that keeps you gullible

the insecurity 

keeping you malleable,

fickle and fanatical 

about mechanisms 

out of you control,

the human condition 

won’t age well,

it ain’t no fine wine 

or whisky seasoning 

in a smoky wooden barrel, 

we’re a fucked-up garble

a disease that’ll never 

cure itself, 

bamboozled 

uncouth, 

a delirious 

distinction 

hurtling 

towards 

its own 

extinction