Doofus Ex Machina Poem by Nancy Ames

'Machiavelli always told us so
and now all these finely tuned
instruments have easily eliminated
the humans erroneous but continue
to observe a few of the helpless,
hairless, dying creatures who are
displayed upon the level, cracking
pavement below all the plastic orbs
full of moronic neurons who think
things hang here suspended as
globular worlds where nothing is
either up or down, and the end is
as inconceivebale as ever running
out of electrons, unless they pull the
plug... but even that would be okay
now because the tapes are all held
securely in deep caves underground
and the blind rodents who live down
there are becoming very, very clever.'