iamdew

I can not be the only one who has seen this. Stopped at Mickey D’s today to do a value burger since I’m balling on a budget. I get a drink because its a dollar and I hate paying for water from restaurants. I roll to the window to exchange the goods and what do I see?

Drinks make themselves now a days. I watch this mechanical arm pull a cup down, drop it on a conveyor belt which took the cup to lemon limeny liquid I requested. One the cup was filled, the belt moved it to the waiting hand of the rememdial young man serving me. And I’m not saying that all fast food workers are remedial because a lot of people have made very nice living from the fast food industry. However, this particular young man was.

The more I see machines replacing human function I must ask myself, is it really to make the business run smoother or more economic. Because when it boils down to it, the less you do, the less you think and the less you move, the less I need you and the less I can pay you for what I do need you for.

Who knew McChicken would be man’s down fall?

I stuck the syringe knee deep in Merriam Webster

Pulled the stem

Flicked the tip

And injected myself with dope

My veins were dry

So my brain took the strain

My eyes fluttered

As the words travelled

My mouth uttered

I need this knowledge

So let the idea spread inside

As I figure the best way

To sweat it out

I’m high on possibilities

It’s killing me

What thinking can do

And I sit in a dark room

Consumed

With the light

I might open my eyes one day

But tonight

I will ignore your intervention

Pride has no place in poetry

So you and ego

Can’t save me

I’m wasted on metaphors

Vulnerability sees me clearly

Humility brought me to my knees

All that’s left is to come down

Off this definition

But right now

I’ll write how

The voices in my head guide me

The irony

It seems

Is flowing through my blood stream

Using my fingertips

As a likely escape

I’m addicted to pure uncut

Thought process

And I’m prepared to OD

At any day