Notes
There is something to be said for exile
Binary clicking away madly in a black and green monitor
Faceless crowds wait for reassurance from a puppet
Fumbling feebly with the keyboards and calculators
Googling the meaning of life.
Smoking a last cigarette, sardonically grinning
As you walk yourself into the slaughterhouse.
Surrendering the contents of your pocket
For security reasons.
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