If you’re a second poor
Are you out of time?
They don’t let us set our clocks anymore
A chronological crime
For those that seek to control
Your mind forbid thought
And disconnect you from your soul
The tether is taut
A simulation can’t succeed
Without a data glut
Beware an all too needy feed
That helps you plan your rut.
Are You Reading Me?
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