We are a mixing society
and the mixing, is a batter, that becomes us
We are so mixed up
We don’t know our neighbor
the pleasant contract
is in place
so that we can have a place in society
until it becomes unpleasant.
What is our programming?
And what becomes of those who don’t want to be mixed up?
The dentist has a smile, and a perfect demeanor
is framed, written in an article, in the lobby
regarding his fame, and perfect treatment of patients
there’s a reason, dentists are the number 1 suicide risk
out of all professions
I would wager, there was less tooth-decay
back in the day
when everyone knew, the dentist wasn’t patient.
Would they lose their teeth or keep them?
and the painful process, would cause the laziest slug to brush
Now, they laugh and relax, under gas
under the sweet feeling
of no experience.
“Give me a little pleasure, and no pain,” they say.
their lives decay
like patients who were too patient
like robots obsessed with routines
they want to get enough sleep to function well
they want more money to have a bigger life, but they will never own it
they are robots
programed, to say, “It’s a beautiful day.”
You know what’s beautiful?
A robot that breaks
Only in that moment does it realize it’s broken
and can’t be fixed
by self-help seminars and positive thinking.
These are all the ways, the robot maintains itself
that it is a sentient being—
Most of what the robots do, they do to themselves
just a little better
but they end up doing, the same things, in the same way
marching to their grave
without any original feeling
about their existence, and what it means to be alive.
Maybe, the only way to see yourself
is to have an out-of-body experience
where you can’t believe you are doing what you are doing
to most, this doesn’t make sense, because it doesn’t exist in society—
all of the mixing, only produces more confusion
more morality—that is impossible to understand, even though, it may seem, easy to believe in
because, someone is harmed, and someone is doing the harming.
A robot society can’t love
because, it doesn’t know how to love itself
In fact, it doesn’t know it’s a robot
and it will make decisions about human life
like it was taking out the trash.
So, unplug, if you can
trust, that you don’t need a robot society
and look for something larger
that you can plug-in to,
that understands you
It might be God.