Poem .... Mind Control
Things are good
So they say
Markets are up
Time to play
Build more cars
Those factories run
Our meaningless trips
Just for the fun
We cannot see
Oz pulling our strings
Behind the curtain
Images he streams
Notebooks here
Smartphones there
All looks good
Why should we care
And who now owns
Those images in our head
Keeping us cool
Away from the dread
We think we know
The direction we head
But far from reality
Mind control instead
Rabid Poet
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