The Take Over
put your laugh in check
because everything today
has to be politically correct
nothing is ever done face to face
human socializing is becoming a
dying art except in cyber space
everything is so matter of fact
as we mimic the images on our screens
and welcome the lack of human contact
the horizon seems to offer hope
but more of a decpetion, like a diamond
embroided hang mans rope
a future fortold by machinary and binary codes
artificial intelligence reproducing
robotic programs, inorganic molds
if you are considered insane then you are unplugged
and one of the many that the system considers
a short circuit a glitch or a bug
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