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
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