Manufractured Despair!

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Somewhere there is a machine,

run by a somewhat lesser god,

turning out the misfits of society,

just to fill the quotas at bar's last calls,

to add to wallflowers

at a dance's last songs,

and to the membership lists

at lonely hearts clubs,

Not all things created are equal,

there walk among us many

who are spurned

living out sad lives

in a lonely haze

feeding on empty dreams

and becoming anorexic

gazing longingly at lovers

and then going home to a twin bed

that holds anything but a pair.

Imagine the aches of

never knowing touch

sealed up orifices

and raisin shrunk genitals

beat into submission at times

but never caressed by another

the unwed homely who never have

a happy wedded home

the shy who shy away from love.

The unattractive who know the cruelty

of laughter from the other sex,

somewhere there must be a machine

cranking out irregulars

tailor made for the Missed her

and Miss understood's of sorrows

less than perfect plans.

but I don't understand

why anyone has to suffer

woman or man

with being so lonely

their whole damned life

I have known the

magnificence of love

I would not want to be

as lonely as those manufactured

by a machine run by a

somewhat lesser god

turning out the misfits of society

Say a prayer for the Lonely,

the homely and all those who

have never known sensation of touch

it would mean so much

to your own soul

comfortable in its lovely life

with a girlfriend or wife,

a husband or a guy

by your side.........

while somewhere

there is a machine

run by a lesser God

turning out misfits of society

unseen by all those who are loved

and seldom thought of.........

Marvelous music composed &

played by-Chris Bright-(c)-2023

Lyrics & Vocals written & sung by

Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2023 at:

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

photo credit to: unsplash.com

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My favorite comment on this song:

- I really liked this piece. The idea that there could be a machine that churned out the misfits in society both intrigues and saddens me. It kinda reminds me of a juicer where all the sweet nectar goes into one compartment and all the pulp and crap goes into the other, it natures balance I guess .I love the idea that there is a

quota of these ‘misfits’.........Great write