Progression

Marching forward synchronically
To the mechanized drumming
Of machines clanking in unison
Producing the fruits
Of our economical tree
Which thrives upon
A well-measured blend
Of naivety and instant-gratification,
A mixture most potent
That spreads amongst us
Like a plague,
As we must continue
Marching on
Progressing towards
Our crowning achievement:
The privilege of
Becoming the first
Mass-produced species.