Like A Mindless Machine Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You've got me programmed like a mindless machine.
Turning off to turn back on...
With a proving to me and others of this seen.
And everybody knows who has my nose wide open.

There's no doubt about it.
No,
No doubt about it.
No there is no doubt about it...
Who has got my mind blocked.

My eyes are clouded like I've got a virus.
One that you've started.
I'm left hypnotic.
And,
No doubt about it.

You've got me programmed like a mindless machine.
I'm left hypnotic.
And my eyes are clouded like I've got a virus.
One that you've started.
No doubt about it.
And,
Everybody knows who has my nose wide open.