Project of Man
An advanced man in his time
feelings tamed everything adjusted
intricacies tucked away in pockets
there was no fur, it was all in leather
nerves of steel, heart of iron
had a golden health
silver thoughts,
did not bear children,
only manufactured them
He didn't have love, he had possession
stopped being people, to be
a project... !
It was lived in pure hapiness, because happiness
he simply bought
in the market !
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