Maufractured Despair

 

Manufractured Despair!

©-MFB III 

Somewhere there is a machine,
run by a somewhat lesser god,
turning out the misfits of society,
to fill the quotas at bar's last calls,
to add to wallflowers

 at a dance's final song,
and the membership lists

at lonely hearts clubs.


Not all things created are equal,
there walk among us many spurned
living out sad lives in a lonely haze
feeding on empty dreams

 and becoming anorexic
gazing longingly at lovers
and then going home to a twin bed
that holds anything but a pair.


Imagine the aches of
never knowing touch
sealed up orifices
and raisin shrunk genitals
beat into submission at times
but never caressed by another.


The unwed homely

who never have
a happy wedded home
the shy who shy away from love,
the unattractive who know the cruelty
of laughter from the other sex.


Somewhere there

must be a machine
cranking out irregulars
tailor made for the missed her
and Miss understoods of sorrow's
less than perfect plans.





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Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

O.K. now I'm sad.

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