The Tears of Mother Hubbard and Ms Muffet

Deep pockets make life shallow
 
My dream catcher sways
out front like a carrot
 
Did you know..
 
there's a rare species of spider
that lives off pollen?
 
Nevermind.
 
Earth's heart once full now hollow,
 
grey industrial tar clogs my side
of the stargate
 
... like the memory of honey
 
Yeaterday's dreams failed to consult tomorrow and...
 
one eyed machines, blinkless
stare souless,
 
hanging on a catholic web
 
whether the net is up or down
 
They've acquired a taste
for human blood;
 
what we've sown they swallow
 
Utopian ideals cannot enter ignorance
 
Life cannot grow from toxic mud
 
Clouds won't burst
when they're being cyphoned
 
a billion childrens' eyes well up with sorrow
 
yet not enough to wash this all away
 
Fish need to breathe but "gills are obsolete" and
 
so are lungs ...
according to the 'elected' tongues:
 
pide pipers that keep us
dancing to their mental
 
So much waste of the time we borrow
 
On what will our grandkids feed?
 
Whose dreams are these?
 
I dread what is to follow