User:Jremington
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
[edit] A Poem
I have no sin
That is greater than yours
My only crime is surviving
In your molested world
Full of fear, full of hate
While you sit in your chair
In your office overlooking hell
You can't take from me "I"
For this is all I own
No Good, No Service
Can fill the hole
You dug in the Earth
The Gear slips an inch
And you push a button
And another one comes
From the assembly line.