Machines

[good4somethingbum]

MachinesI was trapped in headset hell, stuck all day in front of that DellTill I had a migraine stareMy Blackberry beeped and beeped, when I had appointments to keepVents pumped out filtered airLord, I was so sick of it all, twenty minutes on one callAnd all the voices were tapedWhen they’d put me on hold, God that music had no soulIt sounded like those songs were madeBy machines with lifeless computer screensIt felt like I had no way outBroken Xerox, static BlueToothCome five o’clock I wanted toExterminate that mouseHate the hum of machinery I missed mountain sceneryPlastic plants ain’t greeneryHawaiian screen savers ain’t my sceneCos man wasn’t made for machinesWhen I turned his promotion down, my boss said he hoped somehowI’d have a change of heartBut all my boss ever got, from givin’ his heart to that jobWas a scary transplant scarAnd I recall how the guy, in the box next to mineUse to laugh about his beach weekendsNow his face is pale and drawn, his eyes are blank…his spirit’s goneHe just sits there like one of themmachines with lifeless computer screensIt felt like I had no way outBroken Xerox, static BlueToothCome five o’clock I wanted toExterminate that mouseHate the hum of machinery I missed mountain sceneryPlastic plants ain’t greeneryHawaiian screen savers ain’t my sceneCos man wasn’t made for machinesWell, my boss laid me off and that was itI came back to farmin’ like my father didMy back is burned but I draw a natural breathI laughed when I heard they replaced me withMachines…machines…©2007 Robert George