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Nobody Believes Me
Nobody believes me! We are killing ourselves and each other everyday. And no, we don't need a gun. But, come on, they tell me, Stop being a party pooper! No, I won't get on the train of yours. Anymore than "Old  Sparky." The train called "Technology Express" Heading down all nations, ruining brains, and bodies with no discrimination. The engineer called WiFi infecting all. It's not my responsibility to care for you! that's up to your fascination. But know please our government acts without any moral discretion. Technology effects blood, body and brains. And~as long as the gov turns a profit, to hell with us? We have new toys.! Never a thought that they harm us. Googling it, won't say a thing, they want to hear their cash cow ring So to our ears the cell phone goes, Planting tumors row by row. Some in our breast, and sperm counts are falling. And what do we do? Of course, keep calling. And sadly we ignore family and friends. A face, a kiss, a warm embrace? A text is just a text. It's not a hug, but a curse. With our eyes going to hell reading  backlit screens. Even sex, online,with God knows who? Welcome to the Technological Zoo. Panagiota Romios 2/24/2019
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