Thought Machine Poem by Jim Schultz

The Thought Machine

Assemble line of empty fools.
Active thoughts decline.
Save the kids and burn the schools.
Before they fall in line.

Conveyer belts of normalcy.
Proper minds installed.
Guaranteed complacency.
Defective thought recalled.

The happy social thought machine.
Drop the match and run.
Save a little gasoline.
You’ve only just begun.