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The American in Me

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The American in Me

Inside me I see
Nothing perfect, nothing great
Just a cog set in place 
To turn at will and make haste

Influenced by the noisy machines 
That shine a light glisten and gleam 
They make us into zombie cats.
We sit complacent on their laps

All the while buying more
Lost without the Wal-Mart store
Telling us they are the best
Making us spend our checks 

Just to crawl back 
The next day
To our cog spots
Put in place

Turing again for the machine 
Until it wakes and realizes 
It doesn’t need 
Something so low tech and inefficient 
And so we are tossed…

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