New Poem for Revision

Utopia

Enter a seamless world,
Fresh unfurled, and spun into utopia.
Every weakness—skillfully sutured
Into a flawless future, a race blessed
With no less than Perfect Tens.

Every man, each bourgeois—
            An Alpha.
The other Greeks—
           Perfectly extinct.

But in a world filled with poreless appeal
And stainless steel smiles,
In a world whose biggest threat
Is androgynous etiquette, there lurks
A silhouette of secrets.

In a world of breasts born perky, toned,
Where silicone is synonymous with skin,
In a world stuffed full of clones
With ephemerally manicured fingers,
There lingers anomaly.

In a world where males adhere
To genetically engineered scruff
And perfectly proportionate dicks
Just thick enough for criterion width,
There ticks a time bomb of sin—

              —Take another look within
The tin cubicles of sheep so sublime.

Beneath the paradigm of conform,
Behind the mammoth rose-colored glasses,
Below the masses of withering brains,
There remains buried under the soil

Ticking minds
Mushrooming hearts
Blossoming tragedy.

Below a perfectly manufactured world,
There lies reality.