Schiz

We are all taught to be separate and yet the same.
Born, raised, live separate and the same.
We are mechanical sheep in a herd obeying orders not to stray off.
We are all machines, and we are made up of different machines.
The hand machine to grab, to throw, to write these words.
The eye machine to see and the ear machine to hear.
The mouth machine, the most controversial of them all.
It eats, it speaks, it breaths, it sucks. It does what the head-
the thinking machine-
tells it.
We are all separate machines with similar needs.
We eat, we drink, we sleep.
We shit and we fuck.
We are all separate by machine, but similar by function.
We all will to be led to a better tomorrow.
We hope by the grace of the God(s) of selected religion that we make it one more day.
They don't eat.
They don't drink.
You get the point.
We are us, and us is one.
Moving mechanically into the next.
We live, we love, we laugh.
We cry, we suffer, we die.
Perfectly on queue every time.
It's hilarious to watch.
They are them. Them is many where only one can exist.
We are false prophets playing this game that takes way to long.
Like Monopoly.
It's all for the profit.
We teach, they learn, they become us, we mechanize, nothing changes.
1+1=2 -1=1
That is the equation of the replacement.
That is all we are.
Separate pieces and similar functions.