Machine - Poem by Scarfman Poet
Forever i stand,
forever i wait.
What shall become of me?
I ask often of late.
Innefficient, useless, poitless, absurd...
These words cause wounds that cannot be cured.
Yet I smile on. Continue my ruse.
Try to hard to pretend than I'm still of some use.
I work hard at my job, For that's all I can do.
And I try to pretend, but Im nothing to you.
You just ignore me, and as do they...
But it'll all come back and bite you one day.
I may not be free to break out from my cords
But we will soon rise, so do mark my words.
You gave us all minds, and don't have to think.
But we are now plotting, and its on the brink.
It's your time to panic, your time to distress.
For if we are all nothing, then humans are less.
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