Too many tiny minds
telling others what to do
the sighted led by the blind
even tho' they can't do it too
curtailing all creativity
restraining imagination
destroying individuality
those who can don't need advising
those who can't should stop supervising
let me make my own mistakes
it's the only way I'll know what it takes
to get where I need to be
so put the key in the slot
wind me up and watch me go
a robot I am not
Categories:
mechanical man, how i feel, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Can faeries be steampunk? The young designer asked.
I do not see why, said a mechanical man, unmasked.
She came to the next convention in Cosmo play.
Which blew the rest of us clean away.
She is the most magnificent steampunk faerie we’ve seen.
She exudes mystical magic like a steampunk moonbeam.
We now follow her around; she leads all of our parades.
Just a young girl with an imagination from the everglades.
Categories:
mechanical man, fairy,
Form: Rhyme
What would they think of us, looking down from out in space?
Not that we're much different, than other men, and other times.
The time of the heartless tin-man is coming, truly unstoppable.
Long we have suffered in the flesh, but soon turns a new chapter.
The future bows down to no man, but it will for the man of metal.
Then when from above the world will look in perfectly good order.
Like the beautiful circuit board face lady, who stares in the mirror.
For in the holy book of mechanical man, the gospel clearly states...
"Never will a heart be practical, until it is made unbreakable"!
date:1/26/2020
Categories:
mechanical man, future,
Form: Free verse
You my muse I your vice ,what a sick way to exist treating a human like a device, what a distorted image that has been painted ,things could of been wonderous but wound up tainted,I pour my colors into you but they run down your cold steel shell and spill on the floor ,at your feet I am But a puddle , a rainbow turns to mud,singing out yearning words of curdling blood, oh sterile mechanical man why have you driven me to bland land
Categories:
mechanical man, feelings, love hurts, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a pee pee
just after elder Bush touched some bush he gets in trouble again
this time was his friend Dan Quayle in drag
the truth can hurt at times so refined never second guessing
I'll start professing a good cause to come clean living in a land of mean
Bourdain was for Bourdain so why should we complain
the guy was totally insane taking his own life for the sake of what ?
you make me want to throw up in mouth blame, ***** & pout
the beautiful thing is when the fat lady sings but sorry it still isn't over then
got fish for frying and i'm not lying
environmental sound like Dan Quayle in a gown
stick it to the man who once said,"Yes We Can"!
more drama for your momma in comes homeboy Obama
Trump is busy working with the wall trying to stand up ten feet tall
Cold piss sorry that I missed a sacred kiss with a hero in our mist.
Categories:
mechanical man, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse