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A Factory Mass-Producing Idiots
I think there is a factory somewhere
which mass produces idiots for our society.
They build a brain individually
to work on a backward slope,
and at the end of the line,
someone inspect everyone.
This one will be a politician
and this one will be a boss.
Can you imagine it,
an assembly line of idiots
all coming off the conveyer belt!
They say that automation
is with us today.
Oh how I wish they could do
what we really need.
A conveyer line of bright sparks
to lead all the idiots away,
preferably very far away.

21 June 2007

By David Harris

© 2008 David Harris (All rights reserved)


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