Metamorphosis

From navyblue inside
the old friable self
a newly-minted fronde
burns through to power
taking over the way
a computer virus moves in
so that the self you were
is no longer state-of-the-art
nor even really there
having been superseded
by the postmodern You
a plan you cannot recognize
but it has to, willy-nilly,
having been given the boot
by that bumptious corporate raider
(also fallen, of course)
who has sworn upfront now
to represent more you
in the tailored blues of power
larrikinizing your past
from less or more within
a timeframe on the run
since the package is your life
and the software I'm afraid
torn out of your side.