Digital Man
my digital self, how it seems such a bother
how i surely inherit the name of my father
so cunningly crafted, resembling mine
it makes me do anything chasing a dime
this feeble existance, like rats in a maze
has left us all wanting, and stuck in a daze
how truely i dread these hard binds on my feet
when all it would take is a simple delete
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