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This fucking phone I connect

To the back of my neck

To feel the Winds of Cutting

Edge and Social Discourse

Gotta stay on the top deck

But the attention span

And periphery are

Becoming a wreck

Gotta keep these fluctuating waves

Of expectations and cravings

In check

Having fantasies of throwing away

Into the ocean of increasing con-tent

This tech

And going off into the land locked

Quiet Dark Backwoods

Becoming an

Old-fashioned

Redneck.

 


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