Poem: "A Position of Defeat 26"
26.
the sun a
bit of deep programming code
swivels its suspect
electronic eye
logging on
at hotspots to its wifi
i give away
my bearings on the road
wired to
love what’s good, i love
to stir my
stick in a man’s shithole
and submit
to the sun’s social control
though wired
to fear what i know not of
a
reproductive program gone rogue
at school i
am still gainfully employed
to vaccinate
the young by being paranoid
of what is
in vain and what is in vogue
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