Anti-social

Anti-social

Please let me tell you

How often people come to me

When in an empty room

With space all around

Machines spread out

And nothing but us

No matter where I am

No sooner will they be

Drawn by my smell

To stay as close to me

As humanly possible

This curse never fails

To make me question

The gift I have been given

To draw people to me

Even when it really isn’t necessary

Even when it I asked they wouldn’t know

What they did wrong

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