Ishtar's Shithouse Poetry

Colony management is, I am adamant The basic way all life is planned upon SPF practices keep lab mice safe Until there's a breach, then safety all caves. Pool and cull, the management chime The sick, old and excess are costing us dimes. Protect the colony, cull excess quick. But careful, as actions can make even more sick.  “Pool & Cull” the letters in bold, Across the cages, the order told. A phrase of science, but cruel at heart, Lives reduced to a manager’s chart.  Old, sick, excess — struck from the line, To guard the colony, to buy more time. Yet in that purge to keep it all clean, Far more fall than the germ would have seen The toll keeps rising, the truth runs thin, The lab admits the pathogens win. So off the SPF list, the germ is dropped, The culls abandoned, the efforts stopped. And out in the world, the pattern repeats, Our elders pooled into care-home seats. Cut from care, left drugged to die, While leaders sold the public a lie. They promised protection, deliv...