The Device
The law requires each one to seed
A small device inside our head
To solve a case without much aid,
To count the things: who's there, who's dead?
It links with me without my Yes,
And reads my brain without permit,
And finds me in my secret place,
And scans my flesh for cold or heat,
And spots my stares and line of sight,
And determines my hormone saps,
And spans my heart and pressure's height,
And notices my walks, my naps,
Then processes the data got
Again without my own decree.
And on their screen a message popp'd,
"This man we found wants to be free."
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