James WF Roberts
October breathes in new air.
As the year slides away from us,
down the conveyor belt of time;
the machinery of life—leaving our souls
threadbare. Hopes of making it til the end
of tomorrow, floats away into the grey sky
of billboards and angels of desire seducing
you to get your man that something special,
so he’ll never leave you wanting more again.
Better family car will give you all the freedom
you need. With WiFi and Bluetooth—heads up displays
and voice mail—your cruel employer—will always have a way
of finding you.
No matter how far you run—you’re always at their disposal.
They always remind you—of how disposable you really are.
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