Rabid, pulsating machines
Droning, I live without the vaccine
For the societal disease
That falters and fails to please.
Sparks fly in the mechosphere,
Lights and lasers blaze from here,
From this industrial city
Where technology is the law, without pity.
Feelings do not exist here. Foundlings
Swarm the orphanage, finding
Their lost parents through
deoxyribonucleic acid
tests, their minds are flaccid.
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