Don't include me
I don't mind
You're not special in your kind
There's more like you
All around
When you talk it's just a sound
Talking, saying
Nothing ever
I say nothing but it's better
So you fill my
Consciousness
With dreck, hoping I won't suspect
That underneath your
Life of gold
Your soul is starving in the cold
Your intellect's
A dusty well
A wasteland and an empty shell
Carbon copies
All of you
Rank and file, John and Sue
When your home is
Dark and brown
Three feet broad and six feet down
Will a man or
Will a child
Whisper your name with a smile?
Or will Eight-two-
Six-three-oh
Come out to replace John Doe?
Take your pity
Back, and here's
Some of mine to put with yours
Better to be
Thought a fool
Than a robot with no soul.
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