The word factory mechanizing my soul
spinning relentlessly in madness hours
I am the neurotic clock worker ...
Nothing stops the system,instructions are lost.
Slave of a foreman who has is office in my brain.
I would like to escape and taste distant islands,
but the boss will wait for me under the coconut trees.
I would like become stupid like the crowd ,
but this one will offer me thousand inspired masks .
Maybe become reasonable and take a couch and kitchen wife ?
Only girls protecting themselves from reason
with seasonal winds hold my heart ...
It's 5 a.m .I am the twilight zombi of a gray zone ,
the cogs of the machine start like a bully story ...
One day a word will get stuck in the canvas ,
I ' m going to die in the end of this carnival ...
But what's the point of believing in after's life rest ?
The machine will be there and waiting for me...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2023 07:10
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Comments3
Powerful stuff.
terrific addiction !
Un travail très intéressant !
petite fantaisie addictive !
The worker is worthy of his wages.
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