Skrek den, steken?

Den stackars magen
ett trångt lager
där obehagen
ofta gnager

Uppsväld uti skärseld
kan magen värka
måhända i gengäld?
Måste väl märka:

Steken, en gång nöjd idisslande ko
finner den i gnisslande mage ro?

Om vår glupska aptit

Visst funkar ekonomin
för rikas hjärtan iskalla
döva till de armas skrin
som för sina barn bönfalla

Är livet mest om profit
vem vet för oss alla?
I mänskors glupska aptit
lidelser skall svalla

Så vi får lov att ta i hårdhänta
eftersom vi ju är välförtjänta!

All out push for cars self-driven ought not be a given

Self-driven technology
becoming article of faith
dogmatic theology
while implementation the wraith

Letting automation thrive
as we watch, indulged til cockeyed?
While cars built as fun to drive
we’ll be along just or the ride!

Though would we not get relieved
wildly keeping on high-fiveing
when this techno-fix achieved
no one gets fined for drunk driving

While slack-jawed we praise high-tech as The Solution
aren’t there saner paths of human evolution?

A carrot a day keeps cruelty at bay

While we all shall need fuel

nature herself is cruel:

Watch that sweet bunny
happy, hopping around
It’s warm and sunny
Growl! By predator ground!

While a human who is carnivore
may have a good deal to answer for

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ground = here: between the teeth of a predator

Floating a wide driftnet

To be spared from finding
days mostly a bore
that tedious grinding
we’d like to ignore!

To be freed from those churnings
(without guilty blushing)
of inadequate earnings
instead blithely gushing:

lulled on the waves of the Internet
letting us caught in its vast driftnet

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driftnet = a vast, floating ‘catch-em-all’ fishing net