A penny for your thoughts
or a pound for your flesh
you’re wired up like an electric sponge
grey matter tumbling in a colour wash
the machine will chew you up
the machine will spit you out
the machine will turn you round
the machine will wear you down
Every night I’m strung along
lures attached to catchy songs
I take the cake and I swallow the bait
hooks concealed in my Mcvalue Meal
the machine will tally your score
the machine will divine your fall
the machine will hear your voice
the machine will see your faults
I’ve got a licence to swill
oh, they gave you one too?
can your poor head manage another shot?
live and let live whether you like it or not
the machine will clean you up
the machine will wring you out
the machine will churn you over
the machine will scare you sober.
This touches and explores so much that has become so much a part of something that is actually so little of anything at all,
while pretending so insistently to be our lives –
leaving you to say so.
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🙂 I thought this one might speak to you Woodsy, glad you liked it!
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“Hooks concealed in the mcvalue meal” powerful line and true. This was a very interesting and true read to these times. Awesome Tom!!!
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Thank you Brittny! I had fun writing this despite the glum tone, glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Absolutely did!!!
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