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Nugatoid

It doesn’t do what its ‘sposed to
he doesn’t know what to do
if it just did what its ‘sposed to
he’d be cool

It used to do what its told to
it used to play by the rules
now it just sits there remotely
making him feel a fool

when the power’s gone a new race emerges
much like the old one but
without backbones
scratching head clones
called the nugatoid

She used to do what she's told to
but her machine ceased to speak
locked all her files in e-limbo
not a bleep

and all her backups are useless
since all the lasers are dull
now cyberspace is a quiet place
uneventful

when the tank’s on E a new race emerges
much like you and me but
stripped of cell phones
and their headphones
called the nugatoid

They’ll rub their sticks together
and huddle tightly
they’ll pray that someone works out
how to get the lights on
how to get the lights on
how to get the lights on
and who to blame, who to blame

when the juice is spent a new race emerges
wondering where it went and
what to do for
food and shelter
called the nugatoid

©2008 W Cargill