The Irrational Always Wins

The spider web dances
In the shimmering light
But the spider is long since dead
The lonesome fly caught on a line
Weeps for his would-be devourer
The abandonment hurts the most

Not even taking the ground for granted
They bow in abject deference
To gods of the minute
That reside in the in betweens
They answer their own divine phone calls
Filling in the blanks as they go
They begin to assume they live

Devoted to a "Mighty Cause"
The mechanical children march
Their desires are punched in manually
Into the circuits in their brains
"No minds for minors"
Is the slogan of the day

Sexy Sally contemplates
The navel she had pierced
With her remote control
She changes her mood
From sarcastic to forlorn
Technology can take you anywhere
But the irrational always wins