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Aug 2020
Can't quite remember when
This modern pile that we stepped in
Smells like easier to live

Is how we saw the signs

With a lot of this is it
In all of this we daily did
Is this the mess they really meant

Now that we live the lie

The way that we had seen it
We thought it all pure genius
Sold it as convenience

This luxury to life

But what they really gave us
Would soon enough enslave us
Tattoo and engrave us

While turning a blind eye

As technology surrounds us
Gags us and confounds us
Leaving some of us in the dust

Babbling fools out of our minds

Why in this do we feel alone
In what once we all held hope
Locked up tight inside our homes

Could someone please clap out the lights...
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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     --- and Ken Pepiton
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