Who are these robots around me
Disguised in human apparel?
Fine gadgets stuck to their hand,
Deaf ears plugged up as well.
Busy fingers running rampant
With ease of touch you ignore.
You don't have to pay attention
Or even listen anymore.
Lined up in competition
New players arrive each stop.
Breaking records of mindless games
Don't dare interrupt you clod!
Designed by snobs to snub
Personality is a bother.
One percent seems not, but the rest;
Robots imitating each other.
DionWorx
New York Minutes;
A series of poetic insights and perspectives, viewed through the looking glass of a native New Yorker.
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