Dignified Subject

I'm fed up.

And I'm feeding my fed up-Ness.

Ill keep feeding it till I'm fit to burst.

Till this recurring nightmare I'm in has done its worst. 

Till the cognisant cogs inside have had enough. 

And the internal combustion breaks me down into pieces. 

You'll hear the creaking floorboards. 

The leaking cracks that pour. 

You'll hear the ceiling shriek,

You'll hear the roof and it's 

ROOAAR. 

You weren't made of metal but you're reduced to one. 

You're  lines of code,  trained to spot the leopard patterns. 

You're a blunt hammer, a rusty nail, 

a sluggish snail overburdened by its shell. 

You're pure function with no purpose. 

You're pure function and that's your purpose. 

That's what your worth is 

And I'll leave it up to you to decide whether that makes you worthless.