Nightclub Lovepoem

This incessant music of machines is being made for you.
You desire, simultaneously, to appear like gangsters & to assert that
      you've earned your prosperity fair (safe) and square.
Your adornments and ornaments are charming. I am in love with them all
      and with you all,
For you are adept at this century: Each of your sentences is assembled by
      computer voice.

You may consume without being consumed--This is the substance of your
      priveledge.
Then again, you are being consumed after all.

The plastic you are made of is culturally degradable:
At closing time, with no things left for sale, you disperse,
As peaceable as you are deafened--by the ringing in your ears--
To the violence sustaining your nonchalance,
For we have only the right peaceably to disperse.