Mr. Robot

Tue, 01/16/2018 - 20:28 -- Kkallas

A bundle of pieces; gears take over your heart.

No flesh, no bones, just a pile of useless parts.

Every morning, first thing, don't forget to press start.

Otherwise, you are isolated- God forbid you're set apart.


You won't fit in with this modern world- more like a factory.

Oops, you were recording that- don't let anyone see.

Now "live" doesn't always translate into reality.


So many words never were spoken.

Smiling face, but the heart is broken.


WD-40, gears won't shift.

Unlimited communcation, mass communication rift.


You stretch, pinch, and rearrange.

The image you see is never the same.

The more you "fix" the more the pain.

Mr. Robot, once human, now completely changed.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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