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Cog Blues

By Rambler

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Mediocrity in my blood Mediocrity in my bones Certified cog in a society of clones Original thought Gold dust rare Died in mediocre thin air The most pathetic thing of all I have no consciousness of being in thrall Like a fish immersed in liquid immensity I live and breathe mediocrity Fellow cogs perpetually confirm My purpose is to turn, not learn Alas why would a cog ever wish to defect From measured turns politically correct All things provided For exertion no need So why does my heart continue to bleed? But I cannot allow that question to burn All that exists for a cog is the turn Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 03:03 AM PST, Bruce Newman   0 • 1

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