A free fall from
Common sense
Crash landing on
The assembly line
Moving at breakneck speed.
Demons follow me down
Cloud my perception
Of manufactured mind
Of banal swearing
Inducing me to embrace the process.
A chequered existence
Leapt over and bypassed
Thus doomed I wait
With the glee of resignation
My turn to be fed to the machine.
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