Cyborgs, clones of each other, plod around
shouldering excess baggage of drab drudgery.
Wired earplugs pour blaring longitudinal waves in their head.
Air-conditioned caskets creep through clogged arteries
to deliver the refrigerated mind, body and soul to destiny.
Talisman around my neck holds the entry code to mortuary.
Zombie in my head, I know not when I breathed my last.
He he...Never guessed you would detest the tireless , mindless drone carrying machine so much
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