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I'm soooo bored. But not just any bored. I am the Friday night, nowhere to go, no shows to watch, stuck in my dorm, exchanging sarcastic comments with my roomie kind of bored.
I thought I'd just toss in another poem because I like to brag to strangers about my mediocre skills.
I am realizing my poems tend to be depressing sometimes though. that's kinda sad. I swear to god I'm not emo. emo I can't afford hot topic belts. haha
Okay, anyways here it be is. rolleyes
The Factory
Around my head only a metal fence remains.
Rusted red, crippled, leaning against
What used to be The Factory.
A former glory extraordinaire.
Mass producer of all thoughts fresh!
Words, feelings, ideas, to name a few.
It glistened and shined, in its time,
Like the steel mills of America.
It was promised a future of unending glory.
But the future came, as all time does.
And with the new world came The Business.
Academically challenging, memorization key.
Texts of Anatomy, Geology, Economy.
All inhaled, and coughed up.
Then rewarded with a rubber stamped A.
Read, copy, paste, repeat.
The Factory soon became nothing
But office space, for an oversized printer.
Yet the workers held hope that new text would inspire,
Bring the thoughts flowing, stories inscribed
But Inspiration of new, only brought denial.
With the clock pushed forward,
Only the factory’s hollow shell remains,
Production was moved to the superego’s domain.
In the ruins of a giant, the goliath of thoughts,
All that stands is a fence holding up
A sign that reads, “The Factory”
CrazieCate Community Member 
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