Terminus Est Machina
Beep boop.
Your soul is goop.
Tick tock.
Can't turn back this clock.
Switch swatch.
Nothing left on television to watch.
Click clack.
No point in trying to turn back.
Pitter patter.
We're all made of matter.
Oh well.
Machines sent me to hell.
The digital age,
Locked in a cage,
Worshiping numbers on a luminescent page.
Posted May 22, 2021, 2:09 PM UTC
This is a fun one. Underneath the alliteration and rhyming is a really dry and sarcastic tone about the state we live in. Love the dark comedy, thanks for sharing.