run like hell while you still can
i can’t get the mouse to behave
and goddammit we the living were
supposed to be in charge but if
i twitch what little is left of
my, admittedly imaginary, “free”
“will”, in this fucking digital
ratmaze, for, one, second, longer.
well. no. not well.
that would be, hello.
make it stop i beg you.
hang up and drive.