just a conspiracy - the Machine

So some may call it a conspiracy,
the thinking of a psycho,
hair-brain, nut-job, realist.
The fact is it is real-
even if only by metaphor:
The Machine.
The powerful robot-men,
with no emotions or real worries.
People, not human,
not anymore.
Something else,
different then before,
then their ancestors.
Instead of elephant heads or fine paintings-
posted up on their mantles-
they want something more intangable and sacred:
our minds and our souls.
They dont steal them from us,
they dont harvest our ideas,
or kidnap us in our sleep,
they dont even kill us anymore.
Not like the old days,
not like their fathers,
who handled things more direct.
They get us to do it for them. . .
Brainwashing.
Through the television sets and radio waves,
microwaves and internet.
penatrating layers of sound that echo in our ear's
and in our brains...
Perfect plot-
what a scam!
We all sell out.
We give them our souls and minds.
We kidnap ourselves,
in radio filled perfectly chizzled tin can cars.
We sell our ideas and give them our money-
for empty products meant to slow us,
distract us, process us.
Worst of all we kill ourselves,
with food
with cars
with sports
with disease
with poverty
with our hands.
We are their tools,
murder weapons.
We are the machine gears churning and chewing.
Puppets on strings,
Trying to live in our dreams.
When the ruth is spoken from the free minded we dont bother to listen,
because conspiracy theories our stupid,
aliens dont exist,
Goverments don't hide the truth of things from their people.
Evil does not exist.
There is no god- only man. . .
I beg you to consider the Machine.
the monster we all feed.
With our waste,
money,
land.
It will devour and destroy
Devour and  destroy
Devour and destroy.
polluted skies,
sea's
earth.
the end of what is good and clean and pure.
Imagine a machine that is like a wild dog,
a dog with no sense of fulness,
an insatiable beast.
And this machine like a dog will eat,
and eat,
and eat,
until it implodes.
We can be free,
its a simple choice.

He is only on the down

He was down on his luck,
fallen
on hard times.
some would say he was a bi-product,
an un-recyclable waste of manifest destiny.
maybe he actually faught in Vietnam,
like his sign says.
maybe he just needs a few dollars for gas,
to find his way home,
like his other sign says.
He is a person too..
"we are all human", he says.
The only difference between us-
he is on the downs
we is on the ups.
We could help him up.
We can save him,
"just a few dollars"
because he is not a drug addict,
he is not an alchoholic.
He is just another Human being,
like me
like you
like tomorrow and yesterday.
"Bad things happen to good people" he says.
And aint that the truth?