Copy Machine

our world is a mystery a mystery that Sherlock Holmes’s cheeks turn the shade of blood shed in wars when it is mentioned because he couldn't solve this case this mystery is full of variables variables that have feelings doesn't that make it so much harder? variables that lie and cheat their way out of being solved out of being put into a graph variables that are like serial killers they want to be caught they want to be solved they want to proudly show their mothers their work of art variables that want to believe they are original not copies not copies that are smeared because the ink is running low we want to believe that song lyrics are written for us and it is raining for us and these poems are written for us but we are wrong we are not selfish. these variables have a right to believe that these things we have a right to hope to be noticed and to not be a copy but when our voices join together and scream in harmony “i am original” it loses its meaning. these variables are stubborn.