When Machines Rule the Roost
There must be something I haven't written about
In over eighteen hundred poems
Searching and searching my large massive brain
But for now creativity has flown
Can't think of anything that's worthy of my time
I've started to run out of gas
Could write about anything just to fill in for now
But can't imagine writing just trash
Will bide my time, maybe suck on my thumb
That's how I usually get inspiration
In the future, the human mind will be extinct
That's the last of our imagination
A real sad day in the annuls of all mankind
Leave me out don't want to partake
In a society where machines are ruling the roost
And the freedom of mankind is at stake
Well thankfully I don't have too many years left
I know it would be hard to survive
In a world without warm and close human contact
This guy doesn't want to be alive
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
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