The Ghost In The Machine

The ghost in the machine,
It's obscene, all the things that I have seen.
I cannot express what kind of person I would be
Without your vigilance, your guidance,
Your lifelong quest with all sources provided.
I shudder to think of the halfwits, the fools,
Lapping up notes on bullshit, as Alex Phoney drools.
He can't hold a candle, wouldn't dream of a torch
To what I've learned from you, your words. 

Author's Note

11/25/14