I Never Gave this a Title

Once there was a boy Who became a cog when he entered the big machine When he started to slow down and creak They medicated him to keep him going When he graduated with a Bachelor's he became a gear And when he began to crack from the pressure He considering protesting, but didn't because that's what it meant to be an adult So when he finally snapped, people were surprised they hadn't seen the signs And he spent three months in a white room When he was released he sat on a stoop silently No one knew whether he ever left it or slept or ate Because no one noticed him Except film students who would use him in time elapsing shots So when he stepped in front of a bus one day Only Jesus was there to stop him And then he died anyway.

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