Mar 22, 2006 20:41
I was born a throwaway boy
and as sure as fate
and pre-programming would have it
at 16 my heart grew still
but my head kept running
like some unforeseen glitch
in the software of an Asimov machine
planned obsolescence
foiled by manufacturer's defect
my folks hadn't read the small print
now where do I go?
soon I found I was climbing upon years
as I trudged through the thickness of days
slowly gathering the thrown away
and one by one they followed
upon this fucked up trail I've cut
and my chest now beats
with this army of the obsolete
and I am still a throwaway boy