For today’s prompt, write an auto poem. Auto could mean automobile, automatic, automaton, or any number of possibilities.
We clock in. We clock out.
It’s the same thing each day.
All monotonous, not autonomous.
We need to break away.
Performing the same tasks
Without thought or provocation.
They want a pre-programmed robot
Set on full automation.
Do this. Do that. Are we to go
About our work and just remain silent?
Like a mindless drone set upon its course
As if we were put on autopilot.
We’re to disconnect our intellect,
Swatted down like some measly insect.
Roaming like a zombie searching for the brain matter
That is the sanity to survive until the next paycheck.
Numbing down our mentality.
Micromanaged to a ridiculous degree.
Stripped of freedom and imprisoned to voluntary slavery.
And thus, rewiring our natural circuitry.
We are subjected to the tyranny of the dollar sign,
And it’s actually quite traumatic.
We must redefine the line
That has kept us behind,
Confined and blind
From a freedom so benign.
It’s time to unleash our mind
From this daily grind
And not resign
To these familiar binds…
That have become so automatic.
Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth