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Machine in the Man
by Jody PrattI've been angry lately, it's distasteful,
aggravated, and it tastes awful.
So full of hatred I'm casually swearing,
it's a mouthful; feels like I'm bi-polar,
going from smiling to giving you an eyeball,
I fall into this cycle, feeling like a psycho.
I just wish I wasn't so delightful, always
being polite to people;
then suddenly despising the whole
planet, hating the world, and
going toe to toe with everyone that I know.
I hate it; everything, and losing control.
Feels like I'm broken down on a road
that I've been down before, or a spiral.
It's viral and typical,
I'm so sick of catching my own cold.
I'm flush, but I fold.
Angry without a cause, just because
and no thoughts; emotionless robot,
who's here but he's not. 05/22/2014 Posted on 05/23/2014
Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Defries on 05/24/14 at 07:33 AM Relateable piece... I think a juxtaposition of characteristic emotions stricken within each of us, or at least that people truly face at times, or even from time to time. Perhaps where balance is the double-edge sword that one has to walk upon and feel both sides while not being able to choose which feels sharpest; and then strikingly wrought with the decision of choice, frustration with falling into the same pattern, and then falling prey to the cycle despite having a prior upper hand. Correct me however, if I am getting this wrong; thanks for sharing it though. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/24/14 at 03:19 PM Really a perfect piece describing inner turmoil perhaps at a world that's pretty off kilter right now. "I'm so sick of catching my own cold" - loved this line. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/24/14 at 11:03 PM Sadly, a malady common to all of us these days me thinks. I guess the trick is not to lose our humanity in the process. Not easy with all the suicides, murder/suicides, and the 24/7 news world we inhabit that brings the "machine" into our living rooms, etc. |
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