Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.
Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.
Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.
Learning what I could before I was given my parole.
And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.
Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.
Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.
Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?
Barb looked at the empty white screen in front of her
Little cursor blinking, mocking her inability
Of course earlier in the day she had pages and pages of story
Couldn’t remember a single sentence now
Killing her motivation completely