Robot

Throw away good food that's on my dishes and my plates

Stare deeply at a screen six inches from my face

Feel my rotting brain I'm itching to replace

You say retiring, I say you're finishing a race

Chemicals in my food that I can taste You are not hip, you are simply just a waste

Run and break your back, you a rat in the chase

Everyone is lost without a map for the maze

And that's exactly the pace I plan to move at

The world burns, who knew that

Why would it do that?

It can't go through that, I am just a child in a play who act,

All of you drew back, and