The machineA Poem by SorenAre you free or controlled by technology? On the phone a cold machine No curtesy lacking apology just an algorithmic routine
An imitated voice of humanity driven by its own mechanical goal seducing our indolence and vanity its end ultimate control
We suffer an addiction of reliance Development still embryonic we never question our compliance drunk over supper powers electronic
Subtle in deceit it offers comfort and ease taking our past winnings it will cheat future development it does freeze
A god we created now controls us created artificial bliss and pleasure Its power we are unable to discuss a delusional Midas like treasure
Thoughts controlled emotions too Tomorrow governing when we make love or go to the latrine following a life form new only allowed to love the machine © 2024 SorenReviews
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