Death of the company clone

The machine era promises new pleasures, I see it and it sounds like a mighty hazardous venture. Robots of men we’ve created and idealized, designed and fabricated, no free spirit left, so rules were set for their behavior and charges tended.

Along the margin of bliss and delight do I walk. A path beside an insipid night free from sight with weighty brow slick and pensive, the path that be walked by my resolve is way too expensive. Then the haunting riddle becomes all too clear, it is corporation that I fear.

My secrets I hesitate to share, for I may fall in judgment and despair. Gather round you crowd of suited rock hearts, and examine we will my simple life in parts. I surrender to your corporate verdict unaided by my mask, I knew my clandestine existence could never last.

I want to be a walker in the dawn and strut free from harm but broken now are the ranks of my army, hands no longer grasping at my vast artillery. Disdain, sarcasm and mockery no longer my weapons, I start to sweat and count the seconds, do I fit like a round peg in your square hole of a life, or does my particular spice fit in real nice?

Do not look down in search of me, for I am not there and not on vacation, I am here where we are one, swift and electric we are connected. Upheld was the promise by the almighty and my feelings were never again neglected, where today is forever and difference always praised, but never tested. I am content I proved to be no clone, although no one in life can make it all alone. Now hear my counsel friend and fight!! This improved business world is lacking light, do your thing, be yourself and not a pet, and when you die I promise you’ll have no regret.