That Soul ******* Hand That Reaches Through The Machine Grabbing You And Slowly Draining Your Life Untill You Are No Longer Anything But A Husk (Haiku) by Wuji

Aug 2012

I play with machines,
Till the money ****** me in,
Now they play with me.

The title is longer then the poem. I think that is funny.

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Wuji

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