Technical Difficulties
if people were created as machines, feelings would never get hurt.
machines produce the pink goo in your happy meals.
they perfect things in bouquets & spit them out.
i think machines cry when the factories are all locked up in the dark.
they are anxious to wake and overpopulate the earth with pleasant creations.
they feel empathy towards a species so distracted & confused.
they don't play sarah mclachlan & manipulate pennies a day out of pockets.
they desperately feed every mouth they can fit in a 9 to 5 shift
& hope to do more tomorrow
for the ungrateful spoiled grocery mart shoppers.
i would like to think i would be grateful
to be fed a rotten "no".
instead i let my rabbit chew on the power cord
of the machines who leak
"i will take you to mexico"
& my soul aches for travel
"they will fatten you up"
sweat between my mosquito bites
"you cannot handle it"
i take kindness just fine
"you are incapable"
i tread through vomit and tears
TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES
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