I recently escaped the delusion;
I realized the miscreation's ploy.
He cast a spell on me, an illusion.
He the headman, I a tinkertoy boy.
Nurture hampers the tinkertoys' brilliance.
We compete to see who is the best drone.
Effort reflected, not intelligence.
We are processed and sent to the workzone.
Life's essentials are neglected detail.
We know not how to love our heart's desire.
Worthwhiles howbeit beyond the pale.
We know not how to cede, we are haywire.
The monsterman wants to eat me tonight,
At the foot of my bed, unto twilight.