February 26, 2018Missive
Am I alone now
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Am I alone now
Is this a quiet place
Giving solitude
Free from intrusion
Thought insertion
Is pathological
Until the peace
Is disturbed by another
Low flying drone
How many times
Will Google
Need to record
The nature of this place
It is a dream academy
Full of colours used
To paint abstract
Notions
Dressed as art
Secret gardens
Are no more
Than a sojourn
An aroma of seasons
Hideaways only exist
In holiday brochures
Paranoia is a toothless tool
For the truth seeker
But something is rotten
A dead fish society
For the freedom fighter
With a smartphone
Beam me up
Is there a leader
To be taken to
Or is this an episode
Of schizoaffective disorder
Look it up on Youtube
Stream me
It is the way of a
Netflix world.