The Machine Keeps Churning
A short poem about Capitalism
It doesn’t stop for your Feelings.
It doesn’t stop for you to Smell It.
It craves dollars, pounds, Euros,
Cryptocurrencies and birkins.
I was doing you a favour,
did you even realise that?
The Machine knows no favours.
The Machine doesn’t really want
your opinions; it wants to track
your spending habits.
The Machine will not need to stop
for Anybody, it only thrives on
all our Greed and Envy and Lust
and that embarassingly human
need for Dopamine.
About the Creator
Nicole C
Writing sporadically... I tried some challenges but never won anything. Sometimes my poetry helps me process whatever has been going on... sometimes it is pure fiction. Sometimes I like to write about pop culture and astrology.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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