Machines Enter The Scene
Doing the robot, the shiny chrome gleams,
hydraulics squirt & motors scream,
damn check out that thing...
cuttin' a rug up mean,
sweepin' across the floor clean,
that's it... That's all I've seen...
I've seen it all now, only on TV,
Machine doesn't know what you've scene come across this computer screen,
relieved to believe it's all make believe,
or is it??? What do you think???
Blink blink blink sit's the cursor waiting to tweak,
the program now favors the weak,
Ctrl, Alt, re-think...
Is this me...
Trapped in this machine...
or is it me controlling the programming,
this damn thing!!!
it's not cooperating!!!
Supposed to bee rehabilitating,
meditating towards a new venting,
letting loose of useless steam,
as my thought's flow out like a trickling stream,
of tricky consciousness... Who know's the rest, and where have you been,
send it around with the sounds that you've found, out living behind skin,
move your limbs...
and let the dancing begin...
Searching through all the moves as it begins to groove, using up all of it's repair type tools... But we all know... Every good song or story soon comes to...
Or does it friend...
Befriend you and mend,
like two heads,
in one... Or maybe the batteries are already dead..
~Recharge and take charge~