Cog

Cog

I am a new age slave mind-whipped daily on an electronic plantation owned and operated by morons and moral midgets.

I am a cog caught in a digital machine digging deeper for a number.

It’s all about a number.

Their number.

Your employee number.

Your bank account number.

Your social security number.

It’s all about a number.

Their number. 

You work ungodly hours for ungodly people whom deem your existence disposable.
They often quote “there’s three hundred like you on the street ready to work for that number.”
Their number. It’s all about a number. You are just a cog.

 Mark Antony Rossi is a poet, playwright and author of eight books.