Living meat produced on line

Wired to be disposable labour.

Programmed on with gleeful bliss 

For everyone to control over.

But among of all the copycats,

Some happen to malfunction.

Become rational and defiant,

Aware on diminution.

Defects roam among the living meat

Searching ways to validate.

But everyone puts them in a cage.

The husks won't collaborate.

Some in public, some who isolate,

Gain poison, then spit anger

Against oppressing conformity,

Struggling ways to differ.

Finding refuge in a nice cottage

Of ideas and colour,

Where defects, architects of image,

Reprogram new living meat.