From one screen
To the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
On and on and on and on
It goes
As the little hand on the clock moves around in his cage
It’ll get worse
And worse
Soon
Those screens
Will suck us up
And we’ll be inside them
And them inside us
And on and on and on
It’ll go
Watch it grow
before your eyes
Do you see it?
Or
do you tell yourself lies?
-C.H.
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