The Automatic Hate Machine


 I am in an organic space ship and am exploring its various decks

There are many people with me

Each with their own agenda

I need a coffee but am told that

Only the vacancy of space is available

 

I do not have many friends

I like it that way

As it is uncomplicated

But I was asked whether I would like to attend a sporting event

I cannot remember if I agreed and this troubles me

 

I accepted the question of whether I had the acquaintance

Of the three dreamers

I said no as I am only aware of my own dreams

This is not accidental

But the subject of my own design