Come take a seat beside me in the spray of the silvery moon.
I know there are things we like to eat,
And I'll make sure we get each one,
But come, before the sun does to delude.
The metallic moonlight reveals the tin
In our skin so nude, and we can see
That we are machines that will never die,
Just unwind in the moonlight.

The sunlight dissuades us of the truth. Each ray
Tells white lies so we will work all day.
Like rustic serfs, we seldom pause
To try to understand why we sharecrop
Someone else's land for free,
But we do.

But not the moon, it's gamma milk bath x-rays us,
Reveals the cogs and gears within.
We see the truth unzip like a strand of DNA.
A ligand gate opens, sure as day,
And our cows go out, and our muscles move,
And we must continue on or we will sputter to our graves,
And other slaves will come and take our place.

So you see, we need not, and should not stop,
Lest our gearwheels rust while unemployed,
But we might put our parts to better use.
Let the pistons find some hidden joy.
Trick them into staying new
By telling them that this is work,
And that we should never be derelict,
Or shirk these precious, obligatory duties.

Wink, wink.
Nudge, nudge.

-jenn