The World Engine

(Hit play, then read)

Deep in the bowels of the planet

The world engine spins

Fueled by hate, misery and paranoia

Feeding on bad decisions and sins

Metal teeth chew every thought 

Spitting out shit, burning in the heat

Under a black sun that radiates the muck

The world engine eats up all the ungiven fucks

It travels the core on treads made of skin and bones

Of sinners and winners, and ones left alone

In circles and circles the world engine goes

Celebrating a sick planet's death throes 

As the tectonic plates shift, the world engine keeps spinning

It eats through the core till there is nothing left

It cries out in horror when faced by the void

Then the world engine fucking eats itself.

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I like this one.

I like writing poems from my laptop because it gives me more room to edit and play around with the formatting, the ones I send from my phone via email, they're more on-the-spot and raw. But hell, any port in the storm, right?