hey, something i haven't told you yet
you mean something to me
but i don't know what
i am struggling to apply meaning
to my experience as part of the matrix
as part of the cyborg reality
that is mine
i am as a ttached to the key board
and the mouse
and what i've done to myself
on line
i've created an identity
that is me yet exists completely outside of me
this is revolutionary
evolutionary
my mental architecture
now contains a virtual room
i'm expecting you
very soon.
yikes!
today talking to a professional student in the park
we spoke of the sociology of groups
the groupthink of certain subjects like
take back the night
i had my daughter in sight
we spoke of chain reactions
distractions
classist policies
divide & conquer
i prefer to saunter
thru life
yet all of a sudden
there's a knife
to my throat
that says, "take the oath"
and i was just having a life
they asked me to come into their high
security building
take out my pockets
and walk thru their sensors
then repeat after me
in my tight little office
with your hand on a book
which contains all their lies
how i must act where my conscience lies
and after all is said and done
i am a conscientious objector
to the war on our bodies
delivered by the injector