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They Want You Tired

They sold our gilded cage

out from underneath us


And who can blame them?


Why even bother with

the pretense whe

- BUFFERING -

rks just as well:

self-incarceration, a

gentle opiate

for exhausted,

restless minds

suspicious

that things

were supposed to be

different,

somehow


So easily ensnared are we

exhausted by our barless

prison-world, wardened

by screens that demand

attention,

everywhere,

all the time,

the very worst union

of Orwell and Bradbury


bombarding us

with newdoublespeak

buy, but save your pennies

eat, but lose weight

sleep, but don't go to bed just yet

why don't you finish

this next episode

tired people are winners, but

only if they're just tired enough

to function without thinking

too hard about it all


because after all

it's such an easy

thing to let go and

let them do the thinking

for you, you've had it

rough and tomorrow's looking

just as nasty so don't worry

about the big things we've

got it handled

for you


you can trust us


you will trust us




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