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Feb 2017
They talk of data,
seeya later
what do
I need to know?

The sisters of the holy cross
gave me up,
I said, it's
your loss
but
in the end it
was mine

date stamp
blue lamp

data

crime report
caught on camera
seeya later.

I operate a first come
first served,
parole on application.

In the olden days
we all had
accordions
mouth organs
flutes
but these days
we got
data at a rate of knots
spots before my eyes
lie detectors
truth inspectors
digital
toothbrushes for Christ's sake
and they make dental
impressions
free form soft ****
and
false confessions

I drown in the data stream
**** in the powder keg dream
and explode.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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