I, Chip
yesterday it was easier to make decisions
now that they implanted the chip
my eyes have become endless windows
where do I choose the best options
to do what I've always done well
the phone and tv is my whole body
but I'm afraid to cross the street
or walk through the crowd
not getting sick is good
but what to do with the remaining years
if libraries left the shelves
and levitate in the neural cloud?
that old man who used to be my father
he doesn't understand me anymore
this afternoon at the nursing home he cried
when he saw my name changed
I am two billion twenty-seven thousand and four...
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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