what kind of idiot,
would create a machine,
that cannot function,
without its other half?
why kind of sadist,
would curse this machine,
to spend their entire life,
searching for their other half?
what kind of bigot,
told the machine,
there was only one type of machine,
that could be their half?
what kind of machine,
would create more miserable machines,
for the sole purpose of reproduction?
YOU ARE READING
n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
