GAVEL

Man is machine, systems of work gone wrong.

At the tip of the iceberg we function,

So my understanding ends short of this sentence.

Am I just the masses that engulf me,

Or the mental cellar I cannot descend to?

Since the trial of this thought bears more than I turn,

I comply with the cyclical system, I await the verdict,

And I mash the buttons, but perhaps I should just pull the cord.