Corrosion

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

I feel like a mess of tangled wires
Encased in steel alloy attire
A soul-less hulk attracting rust
I've not been programmed for trust

This technological age which has spawned my kind
Has forgotten that convenience is just a state of mind
The more I try to use my logic the more I seem to find
Even the most efficient methods need to be refined

Trapped inside my metal shell
The world about me is my hell
Corrosion does its job quite well
Attempts at friendship I repel

Plug me in, turn me on
The smile I display won't last too long
Because my default program will allow
Nothing but sadness to crease my brow

This cold empty feeling of negative emotion
Causes me to live in fear and question my devotion
Why my logic can't compute I haven't got a notion
Bitter feedback throbs through me, I await the grand explosion

Shrapnel from my shattered parts
Slowly cuts into my heart
I deny my sickness from the start
Why must my world fall apart?

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Einstein's Theory
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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