This.

Clinking and clanking

Iron gears of society

Bend us, weld us

Make us molds of the greats

And substitute our minds

For the doctrines of life

Powerless and faithless

Stuffed full with mechanical food

Demanding, whining

Chock full of microwave dinners

And saturated fats

Working and toiling

Have a cot in the office

They’ll squeeze you out

Then mash you into pulp

Loving and living

Let our hearts collide

In the name of love

What is the

Point?

Society.

Author's Note

Just something that spontaneously came out after a little bit of inspiration.

Reviews

[Sound]

Very imaginitive and straightforward. I like.