Week 10: 9. oats (8-1) vs. 10. Perpendicular (0-0) \\ Perpendicular wins 5-4

[Perpendicular]

Palinurus

Clearly we've reached the status of lemmings.
From the pier and the beach - haphazardly trending
fads and actions. Pretending we're steering our needs
against a current of sheep engineering the streets.
They're keeping the peace with checks and balances:
Algorithm's that tell inhabitants
"healthy challenges,"
"credit management,"
"helpful traffic tips,"
"where the madness is,"
"steps to having bliss,"
and "better rationing" -
from an epoxied cross breed of Tech and Pathogens.
With legs that stand unhinged and a screen for an iris,
the man of the future looks as seedy as pirates.
Steam-punk - clean cut between the need and consignments -
who's ship has sailed without being legally licensed.
Our dreams are unbridled and lead our defiance
when we fight for the right to leave our reasoning's silenced.
We are of mindsets that need red left turn arrows,
but follow ambitious directions dealt in Tarot's.
We've pumped breath into some dead, despaired souls
to fill hospice pockets before they let their air go.
Comprehend affairs close between a lady and her husband -
what's with stickers that say "don't let your baby in the bucket?"
If your kid was in the house playing, and then snuffed it....
maybe it was fate... or maybe you're a dumbshit.
Brady's on the pulpit representing the androgynous bunch -
with a smile that reaches from the blood bag to the hospital punch.
Don't eat your shampoo, be conscious for once:
just smoke a cigarette and have some toxins for lunch.
A Box full of guns mixed with the parable child,
or being a bicyclist sharing the road with American drivers?
We've rationalized being married with liars -
and that same logic allowed us to cherish our trials.

Elections yielding tongue-in-cheek, impressive, heathens
set on beating each other in a test of feelings.
Engineers and doctors proctor selective breeding
while political priests bless our treaties.
Rest uneasy and unsure for the best of reasons:
the plebs are survived by the grotesque and seasoned.
The sketchy leaders? They never get amnesia -
your "never forget" stickers are a pressure feeder.
Intellect is it's own currency - So hurry and buy,
because you can get anything cured for a price.
We wont enforce a death penalty on the worst of our likes,
but we'll rally, loot and murder for rights.
We've escaped Darwinism with consistent medical breakthroughs,
but balance overpopulation by sending the tanks loose.
The weak and the cautious have their feelings acknowledged,
while the strong-willed find that bullets are being cathartic.

“Mankind is governed more by feelings than by reason.” — Samuel Adams