A hallmark emotion
I have no love, not for you,
I am cold, a robot in this materialistic World.
If you can call it that.
I see Earth, trademarked.
Run by the corporate presidents
The sadistic controllers, who pull the strings to the minds
Of the people
Convinced to think we have choice
We have none.
They control it all, even thyself.
For I am a robot, in this factory run planet.
What you see, can be altered
Knowledge, only on the surface,
What they let you know.
Always plugged in, technology,
Advancements for us to ‘enjoy’, for them to abuse.
So I park into my chair,
Download the daily programming via Comcast,
and Rest my batteries for another cold day at the factory.
For I am a robot, as without truth,
I am hollow, to be filled with what they provide.