Terminus Ex Machina Poem by Chandler Robinson
Terminus Ex Machina
Beep boop.
Your soul is goop.
Tick tock.
Can't turn back this clock.
Switch swatch.
Nothing left on television to watch.
Click clack.
No point in trying to turn back.
Pitter patter.
We're all made of matter.
Oh well.
Machines sent me to hell.
The digital age,
Locked in a cage,
Worshiping numbers on a luminescent page.
Copyright © 2021 by Chandler P. Robinson
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