“Destruction of Choice, Like You”

They are all droning mimics picking up blocks of what was meant to stay and never meant 

To know the meaning

And to this day it stays 

All for this 

I see it in front of everyone 

To be like them 

Is to be like them 

And that is the fault

Their fault of their own

Never a scratch at the peeling 

The rust and the tube that washes it well

What utter automation 

Tell me it’s safe

Safe to stay

To sill move 

What utter abomination 

And yet animal 

To mimic

Their nature

Reality 

Their nightmare 

I’m their evil woman 

Utter bullshit 

M.M.