Model of Authenticity
I fell off the assembly line,
halted production ...
cost the robot makers money
in lost time
No labor was given in the interrupted duration
Mind control wires weren’t put in the cranial console
Free radicals floating in society
is a no-no
Independent thought permitted?
I don’t think so
Reject models are shipped to the ghetto trash bins,
labeled as inferior and defective
Being poor is a capitalist sin;
that’s the way it is,
that’s the way it’s always been
But the poor trash didn’t get incinerated quickly
enough that day
Somebody liked the flawed black object
being thrown away
Slipped through the cracks of society somehow;
was reprogrammed by a force
greater than
the universal masters of misery
... got cut loose from the rat race plow
Was made into a model of authenticity,
given a voice: original and free
To speak on things that are hard to speak on —
mass production of oppression has always been wrong
Loose monkey wrench thrown into the works,
gum up the line
... help another model fall off,
and become a partner of mine
Wanted poster says:
Being a Robin-in-the-Hood is a crime
As a voice of unauthorized non-conformity,
I’m way out of line
My views aren’t packaged on some assembly line —
I’m a model of authenticity,
I’m totally self-defined
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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