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A pilot in the age of drones
Seeks legal highs with fatal stones Left rattling like a bag of bones Grounded and obsolete A painter of six thousand cars Patrols the speedy dim lit bars Robotic hands pick at his scars He sleeps down on the street A taxi driver saw his wealth Diminish quicker than his health His latest cab can drive itself The first to join the fleet A packer from the factory line Ignored the early warning sign Machines now box and send wine She used to think so sweet The captain of a nuclear ship Took orders from a microchip Malfunction let the missile rip Into it's mother's teat © 2021 TepoReviews
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