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Irritating Beeping Noises
I'm called Ventre
And soon you can have me
I've got limited warranty
And a promise that fades quickly
Window pane
Window pain
Because I can stare all I want
And everything's still in the clear
Productivity
A mechanical claw has given birth
Hello, Baby, your purpose is decided
You will function for the sake of functioning
1, 9, 8, 8,
7's my lucky number
7's the day I breathed the sunlight
On the second seven in one month
Your right hand is short-circuiting
Lines, symbols, scribbles and shapes
What's the matter child?
You've fallen away from the expectations
I see static in your thoughts
Several flashes of an abstract movement
Laser beam, is this what it seems?
Because this seems like the bad sort of dream
And once or twice, while recounting in your sleep
I discovered a touch of violence
A little bit of hatred to spare
Here and there, blood had dried and stayed
And I bet you still believe
That somewhere beyond your sight
There may even be a place
Where everybody can remember their own name
And I bet you were relying on it.
Weren't you?
