Welcome To the Machine: Part 8
Deception >
There really is no escape
From the claws of commercialism
Cyberspace is awash
With colourful consumerism
A sea of flashing red, bleeding twenty point black
Thriving on attention; never off your back
Yes, that is their task - to beg for your clicks
They’ll draw you in with their nasty, crafty tricks
Practices unruly
Misconceiving text
Don’t click on that iPhone
No sir, or you’ll be next...
Copyright © Michael Whatley | Year Posted 2016
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