PrototypeA Poem by Shauna Jacqueline AndersonOriginally dated; May 2005 And also the oldest piece of literature I have kept.
You spoon us Saturday morning spoonfuls of maggots
And you sit us infront of your TV. The programmes we watch make us These mechanical animals, systematic. We follow you like dogs Animals without a home. Deception's the curse that overpowers us. Their lungs laid out on the table And our lives worthless. We are victims of your growing world And we will grow to hate you. © 2012 Shauna Jacqueline AndersonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 1, 2012 Last Updated on July 1, 2012 AuthorShauna Jacqueline AndersonSurrey, United KingdomAboutI don't talk about myself, I'm not good at it. But my writing is wrapped in honestly. It's the only way I know to truly express myself. more..Writing
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