In vacuum,and still

The world,now has silicon galaxies
hidden under their desks,
The drugs have become too slow
and the guns too quick to run away from
No longer can you walk into a room
and look into someone's heart,
They list you bit by bit
like dissecting you alive ,
Everyone gets numbers,you get a number
a code you wish to write down but never have,
Their screens blink and billboards are the only memory
they take home,to feed their children
Children who are stuck at one end of a clipboard
with nothing being written upon,
their brains tossed into a meaty bowl
of confetti some might find themselves fall under,
They would ask their mother,eventually
if sex was generally dangerous,
there was talk at school,at tutoring class
and even in cartoons that suddenly had breasts and penises
pixelated to neat indexes that confused their heads
but aroused their otherwise weak senses,
The mother would blush,look at her husband
who by now would have heard none of it,never will
his obesity sunk into a chair
and his shoes still hanging by the toes,
"I wonder why...I wonder why"
she would whisper to herself..