I watch,
listen,
breathe,
computers.
Every where I go,
there they are.
I see them in the malls,
coveted by my neighbors,
I see them at home,
used to negligence by my sisters,
I see them in the streets,
the towns,
the fairs,
and all along the banks,
where the green river runs,
and the assorted microchips,
laugh at me as I try,
with all my might,
to escape from them,
within my mind.
No use;
No use;
Destroy the empty machines.