Siliconed Soul

as things speed up at an ever faster clip they're ready to interrupt my mind's day nondescript to mark my thoughts - every tiny blip and keep them cross-indexed in a clouded database kept in the current context never to be erased their potential to be raised and analyze my standard deviation modeled with statistical certainty from the belled median population with a quartered sense of urgency of sole life's complete transparency what part of me is mine alone? can I keep my dreams to myself? I don't want my soul to be cloned, duplicated on the data shelf to increase capitalism's wealth now every helix of my being every nuance of my movement everything's stored just in case there's a need to erase and replicate start me all over, guaranteeing that, like heaven, I'll always exist on Earthly stored mirror reflection transcending my own transcendentalist to be sliced into conic sections and see if both parts can coexist partitioned into their own zones mirror, mirror on the net, let us make a little bet they'll make me better with a clone to never give worry or fear or threat how good can become better an' better an' yet the supplications for more and more given ever increasing the prophets standard inside the chip a much livelier livin' hooking me to be pimped and pandered leaving me left in today just hammered my soul duplicated - my mind and body too click to agree to fine print, installation is free downloading too many selves to look through to know if there ever even was, a real me turning high aspirations to the lowest degree - money © Goode Guy 2012-07-17