Turns out I was the best
Turns out I was the idiot
I believed what I said
My files were undone
My buttons were pressed
My grievances not at my behest
I tried to ignore it
I just couldn’t store it
I scorned it
I shunned it
I put it to bed
I kicked it in the head
It drove me senseless
I made it cry, I confess
I strung it up by it’s neck
I pushed it under a bus
For the sake of all of us
You’re welcome
Is it time to play your phone and go to bed?
Is it time to let all your apps do things for you?
Are you wondering why you are not tired?
With your fingers
Phished from the floor
From your IP address
to your front door
Are you wondering why you’re not fired?
Are you emotionally ceramic?
Is it time to plug your devices in and go to bed?
Is it time to let all your apps do the work?
Are you wondering why you are not fired with you fingers to the floor?
With your rights dissuaded
With your pension conflated
With you hope evaporated
With your dignity for sale
With your number on a scale
With a thumb on it
Set to fail
Plastic wrapped in velvet box
Time to untie rubber knots
Time to take the pain away
To put the book upon the shelf
To question what you mean by wealth
To surrender, give up and remember
What you fought for was already yours
To the victor go the chores.
How have I made these illusions?
These tricks of the mind that I lost?
How can I find my own piece of mind
When the bodies I buried I lost?
Where the shifting sands are ferried
From sleep to restless sleep
Where the nightmares unfurled
Where the toes were uncurled
Where the dreams escape
With more than they make
And prayer is unsung and mis heard