by Trinket
(WA State)

padded by cotton
blocking out the sound
ears ringing aloud
as technology abounds
crush my hands
against the noise
my cries abound
I break the toys
advancements in life
we esteem and boast
damage we hail
who has the most
self destruction
gaining more power
gathering toxins
forgetting the flowers
smother creation
stomp downward spin
improvement enhancement
just pack it all in
lost is the flavor
of simple hard work
sitting in the corner
where stupidity lurks
sad state of affairs
the direction we head
look at our children
well enough has been said

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