I can’t be a human
I am an appliance in personal conditioning
Where are my rewards?
Am I of fallible kind?
I’ve been walking and walking
Never run into any prize
Compulsively I don’t speak
Pulsing, throbbing, ringing, stinging headache
Droning to static
I speak the trick of the trade and hesitance is excellence
And it’s not my first time to the parade
You fit in