Mechanical Scat

Such a shame,
we had such high hopes,
encapsulated in a metal shell
unable to feel or touch,

living in plastic bubbles,
replacing flesh and blood
with oil and rust
All  huddled together
under this landscape
consumed by metallic lust.

Disused letters
jumbled up words,
in an age of society
where we dont read
unless we must

Communication lost,
never to be found
our mouths remain open
but ever so still
operating on a higher function
moving in for the kill,

No sounds,
no word's
just slight robotic humming,
mechanical scat,  
automated strumming,
 
we lost are humanity,
we left the human race;
we became one with synchronicity,
the crime we couldn’t face.

We lost are identity,
we became the same
we all took an 11 digit phone number,
we can’t even look at the rain,

Sometimes words escape
in a form of a balloon
sometimes unheard of
sent straight to the zoo.  

Escape is a possibility,
this person is weak
something strange happens
when she starts to speak.

“P O P”,
the last sound of a dying universe
decapitates the sky
shredding the plastic dome
reduced to splinters
no smaller then a fly's eye.

We shred are mechanical bondage,
we start to see with real eyes’
bypassing bionic greatness
this human race complies.

The balloon of words exit's
it’s human’s mouth;
as the thought police
take aim and shoots!

The word balloon pops
felled by a mystical
machine gun attack,
all hope dies
with a rat-a-tat-tat

Having missed the point
the people of this utopia
look up where they sat
and so end's this story
of mechanical scat.