Poem – Used As Humans Or Machines

Verse 1
We are all treated like machines,
All tattooed with a number,
Catalogued and punched into computers,
Until we’re six foot under,
Taxed with every breath we take,
Lazing in an atmosphere of stress,
People being battered with love,
And forgetting God to bless,
Forgetting God to bless….
Verse 2
My life personally is bizarre,
It flies by like a roller coaster,
I like to play my rusty guitar,
Some times I like to the joker,
I work long and catastrophically,
Disposing harmless nuclear waste,
But people complain obnoxiously,
Because they don’t like the taste….. don’t like the taste…

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