Is it a man in a monster
Or a monster in a man
It pushed the boundaries of frontier
And lays to waste all that's land
From high above all are small
It can take on dozens of drones
Under it's eighteen wheel all fall
What remains are trashed thrones
Yet the man in it is meek
Runs the monster for a pretty penny
Gets stopped by the sleek
Shiny suits who put on him the genie
From giant to dwarf in seconds
That's the life of the road
Always busy without seconds
And there's always always a load
Bad rep follows everywhere
No one knows where it came from
But it's hard to be fair
When the dreads moving dome is called home.
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