Human Machines

Incognito mechanical dummies

Dishevelled and grey

They’re here and there or in your homes

I know this to be true because I live with one

 

Sometimes blue jeans, sometimes black

It makes no difference anyway, not like they used to

All that exists is your office block-

your stapler, pens, pencils, books and laptop

All that is material is all that means worth

Its meaning possesses a higher power on Earth

 

Its work today and work tomorrow and the next

Its work on Monday through Saturday and then through Sunday

Dad, I’m bored. She cried. Sorry, love… priorities

So continue all through the evening, chug into the night

Spring, you must type, Summer, should write, Autumn, can read, Winter, precise

Because it’s important to work to earn money to buy a big house

But can you buy love and can you buy treasure?

There isn’t enough time he says, so here is what follows:

Time pushes him, and he pushes time in this on-going fight

All the while, someone please turn on the light!

 

Turn your head to the lumen, Adam

Turn your head to it Eve

We are all still humans even if we feel like machines