I know not why I’m here
I want not to discern
I’m just a robot
Like that landed in Mars
With no mind of it’s own
I keep filling my wallet
I keep grabbing for self
And I pause not to question
That will slow me down
The pace of my seizing more
At the end of my mission
Or, when my eyes fail in vision
I know not whether I will be re-cycled
Or, dumped to rot
To complete that disintegration
That inbuilt greed
For more, for much more
Simple commands
Programmed within
Disables my soul
I want not to discern
I’m just a robot
Like that landed in Mars
With no mind of it’s own
I keep filling my wallet
I keep grabbing for self
And I pause not to question
That will slow me down
The pace of my seizing more
At the end of my mission
Or, when my eyes fail in vision
I know not whether I will be re-cycled
Or, dumped to rot
To complete that disintegration
That inbuilt greed
For more, for much more
Simple commands
Programmed within
Disables my soul
Henry Victor 05.06.2008
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