Xerox

all around they’re ever prevalent
with appetites insatiable
it happened without warning
taking something irreplaceable

the elaborate soulless gadgets
our essential evil phones
just fabricate xerox copies
of toxic mindless drones

they devour time so priceless
between fingers tightly folding
dragooning devilish devices
while there’re human hands worth holding

we’re slaves of our own making
and we’ve met our maker I surmise
having mastered our own destiny
we walk hand-in-hand with its demise

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art: Rouge et bleu by Marc Figueras