Dirty Pockets and Haiku Hair Balls.

Shameless copycats will say
you’re not up to scratch

In limbo, mindless-
Throw me a god damn bone, man.
No peace in silence.

Calculate the risk
I was never good at math-
Joke’s on me, I Gauss.

Easier to die
A thousand terrible deaths
Than live one good life.

Tumbleweed, brain-dead.
Perhaps I’ll roll forever
It never gets old.

Cyber overlords whip me.
Thanks a lot, Master!

Gave my mind to them
They use it more than I do – 
As a paperweight.

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