Twenty-four hours have left me here, <br />twenty-four more minute minutes speaking in baritone. <br /> <br />Time has stolen from me, wasted my youthful self-pity, <br />borrowed my simplicity in exchange for madness. <br /> <br /> <br />I want to control the world. <br />If I were president everyone would be homeless, <br />we'd all work twenty-four-seven in manikin factories, <br />building a damper future for all the wee zombies. <br /> <br />Every evening we'd all sit blankly <br />watching the sunset then we'd start again; <br />slave to a never ending grave-yard shift. <br /> <br />When people got old <br />and no more work could be done <br />by their multi-tasking hands- <br />I'd kill the withered <br />and use the spare limbs to decorate <br />a humanistic hall-of-fame <br />so that the matrix we are uploading for tomorrow's embryos- <br />in 3003 the robotic powers that be, <br />can chuckle at the expression of our so-called actions of sacrifice...<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homogenized/
