In my mind I see a road
disappearing through the trees
that leads to an abode
far away from the disease
that threatens to corrode
the ailing structure seen
as the only way to live
a merciless machine
that will take all you can give
and make you mean
as average as the next
that blankly stands in line
just waiting to be vexxed
by the new improved design
allowing one to text
away their share of guilt
for purchasing the lie
I've watched my toleration wilt
and bid the world goodbye
from the sanctum I have built.
Are You Reading Me?
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