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Machine

By M. Jay Mansfield

So glad to be a part of the machine
Never did I feel so alive
Dying quickly as the needles pierce me
As the fluids pump me full of improvement
Filling my soul with relief
And my body full of sweet pain
Sweet punctures riddle my flesh
Blood stained sheets are my haven
Safe in the cocoon of the oblivious
I wrap myself into myself
And no one matters this afternoon
I let the machines take me
And they make me
A better me, for you
I relax and I cease
And slowly forget to fight
So much easier to slide into the gears
Ground up, incorporated
Thank god I am part of the machine

©3-3-04 MJMansfield  

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