Actual

As it happens, I exist offline.
Even I don't always remember
That. I have the jobs that I'm
To do to serve my purpose,
Cell-like in the body of society
As my brain's bypassed
And diminished. “Henceforth,
We will think for you,” the glossy
Heads on TV say, backed up by
My computer screen. “You
Needn't see or hear or smell.
For God's sake, do not go outside.
The only truths you'll know are ours.
The only life you have revolves
Around us. Disconnect and die,”
I nod, but I have not succumbed.
I still exist offline.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-26 at 17:03

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