Man Made Machine

Gadgets, technology, doodads galore
Every buzz, click, whir, can be such a bore
Soon, each of us will be saturated
With wires, implants, nanobots, and circuits
Chemicals from faceless corporations
Surging through our bodies in a surfeit
Complete consumer assimilation
I sit envisioning this in the woods
My back propped up by the trunk of a tree
Pondering existence for ill or good
While sunlight kisses and envelopes me
Matrices nested in one another
Networks founded just to rediscover