April 25, 1978
?:?? p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Lose a Turn"
Automatons rushing headlong into uncertainty If you ask them why, they'll shrug as if you didn't know they don't care They should realize they're all intensely different Yet they wind their clocks with busy busy hands And do what's right for everyone Automatons hang on to their bus strap existences Reading National Enquirer and laughing at themselves With nonexistant senses of humor. They should realize that life is just a game It's all a silly game And it's perfectly ok to draw the card and lose a turn Automatons attached to expensive bongs Deluding their realities with mock innocence And the "ask me if I care" crowd Is here too And when I laugh its not at them I pity them And laugh at the situation Automatons never realize life is a joke And we should face life sqarely and laugh. The game will keep on going Who knows? someone has to win It might be you or me. Automatons are reality, however I can't change either, The fact that the rules of the game Have been written in eternities past. And I'm an automaton too. I can't lose this turn forever. Your move. Shit what a depressing vision of reality. ----Mike
copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri
