Circles

	Your days are numbered,
	Your life is short.
	A clockwork existence is
	What you are taught.
	Why be a robot,
	A cog in their machine?
	Why be a robot,
	From birth until death?
	Escape the circle.
	Getting up early to do it again,
	Yesterday was shit
	And today is the same.
	Empty faces in empty rooms-
	Clock-watching servants to
	Fat laughing masters.