Am I the only one for whom one more,
"My point is the following"
Might be the breaking point?

Am I the only one,
For whom the chilling protocol-ridden
Silence of anodyne adulthood and its fake passions
Conceals the roaring pressure of veiled threats, paranoias and only-just-kept-at-bay barbarities?

Am I the only one who sees desperate savages
Machined into the precise chaos of a confused and futile project plan?
Paying with their souls,
To squeeze nature's raw torrent,
To a trickle of dry amoral intellect.

Desperate to trust one another,
But keeping both desperate swivelling eyes whirling
For the one who will cut their imaginary throat.