Christian Connor Schwantes

Assembly Line Clowns - Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Pushed to produce, forced to fabricate
Demons in the detail of what to calculate
Parts of your soul that you had to amputate
This is the toll for switching to cruise control
Impurities implanted into the process
Grinding down what good that was originally intended
Into the nothingness that will soon be expended

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, January 9, 2012

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