Outdated claims of outmoded technologies.
It's all just bad poetry to me.
I'll plagiarize the brochures,
Submit it with my resume.
These are my qualifications,
My claim to fame:
I invented a new brain chemistry.
The ratios are wrong but have you heard the hit song?
The machine just drones on and on,
Obliterating everything worth doing.
Outdated claims outdating me.
A moment on the lips,
A lifetime on the hips.
A piece of grease on a wheel is easily cleared.
The wheels resume the wheel's reume.
I'm wiped away.